In the darkest corner of our old wooden shed,
A big black spider feeds on a festering fly head,
Its eyes are like shiny black pearls,
and you can watch it as it whirls –
a new perfect, picturesque, patterned web.
It taps delicately onto its new home,
and creeps and tiptoes across an ancient shattered gnome.

In the darkest corner of our old wooden shed,
the big black spider feeds on a festering fly head,
The big black spider is as scary as can be,
weaving webs and chewing fly heads,
and It spends the night creeping into the house
and dangling…
above your bed.