Spider...Spyder
Don't get beside her
Fangs that cut
Legs that jump
Silk that makes her lighter
Voracious and capacious
An underbelly appetite
A taste for those of pedigree
Lions are best served cold you see
She's forging and she's gorging,
And she's feasting on the might
Of lions that her eyes can see
By day or dusk or crack of light
She drinks your blood before you die
So never walk alone at night
Freedom is the price we pay
And only walk in twos by day
For your perusal and recusal
I submit for your refusal
Petitions here for her removal
Time to do something useful
I won't be dinner
I Won't be lunch
I'm not like that other bunch
If breakfast is what she likes the most
Bread & butter for Lion toast
I'll bring her some at 1/2 past ten
While she sleeps inside her den
I'll cut her throat & steal her crown
Her majesty stole from this town
I'll make a jelly from her head
And spread it on my toasty bread
Such delicious stuff you see
Won't you come & share with me
And then I'll rule with gentle hand
The verdant hills of these fair lands
To be a king of circumstance
With teeth that cut & claws that lance
Tomorrow's a new day you see
I'll be your king, that king is me
Wish me well, I'm on my way
Fresh spider toast, tomorrow day
