Black Widow King perched handsomely
In the weaving cobwebs where he dwells
Waiting for the submissive spiders to come and play.
Fangs flash his poignant sneer
Lithe body dances the lured bait
While miniscule prey drinks poisoned dew
And he sings the last lullaby,
"The Itsy-bitsy spider,
Curled up in my thread
Down came the King
And made the spider dread
Out came the blood
And dried up all the veins
And the itsy-bitsy spider
Breathed ne'er again."
Beware my Queen with her amorous bite
Or share my fate
And find yourself on your back,
An itsy-bitsy spider in
Her trophy room of bodies.