The well-disposed spider
Will weave a cryptic dream
From his web, he’ll fall beside her
With his eyes all a’gleam

She’ll surely fall to his wit
And his feature so crisp and clean
The spider will then slowly knit
That be’th last she ever seen

He is a flashy friend
With bright colors to the root
But unlike him I blend
Only with my spider suit

I pretend to be the hunter
When I’m little more than prey
Can I say I begrudge her
She who had fallen this day?

The well-disposed spider
Will weave a cryptic dream
Maybe I'd know him better
If he'd look at me with eyes a'gleam