Snowflakes fall, cold winds blow,
In icy grip, I often show
Wrapped in layers, I'll keep you warm,
Guess my name, through winter's storm
In shadows it weaves, a venomous art,
Near entrance plants, it plays its part
With eight legs it creeps, a spinner of thread,
What am I, lurking near your tread?
In cobwebs it dwells, among leaves it hides,
Near the entrance, where fright resides
A spinner of silk, its web a trap,
Find this creepy crawler where plants unwrap
In cobweb's lair, it weaves its thread,
Near the entrance, where fear is spread
With eight legs and eyes that gleam,
This creepy crawler, what's its theme?
In corners it weaves, hidden from sight,
Creeping and crawling, causing a fright
In a shop of treasures, its web does reside,
Look closely in furniture, where does it hide?
In shadows it hides, lurking with care,
At the door aisle, beware
Eight legs it boasts, a master of silk,
What am I, this creature of ilk?
I am big and gray, to the stadium I make my way With a trunk so strong, I join the crowd, cheering all day long What am I?
I am tall and sturdy, yet flexible and useful What am I?
In the lawn mower aisle, it lurks unseen,
A monster hides where grass is green
Its growl is silent, its teeth are sharp,
Look closely now, reveal its dark
What grows on vines, is orange and round,
In gardens it's found, sitting on the ground
Harvested in autumn, a festive delight,
What am I, bringing Halloween's light?
Sweet and spiky, yellow and bright,
I grow in tropics, a delicious delight
Though not an apple, I wear the name,
Guess this fruit, it's not quite the same
I am found in the desert, but I'm not an oasis I hold liquid, but I'm not a river What am I?