On candystripe legs spiderman comes,
Softly through the shadow of the evening sun.
Stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead,
Looking for the victim shivering in bed.
Searching out fear in the gathering gloom,
And suddenly! A movement in the corner of the room!
And there is nothing I can do when I realise with fright
That the spiderman is having me for dinner tonight!
Quietly he laughs, and shaking his head
Creeps closer now, closer to the foot of the bed,
And softer than shadow and quicker than flies,
His arms are all around me and his tongue in my eyes
"Be still, be calm, be quiet now, my precious boy,
Don't struggle like that, or I will only love you more,
For it's much too late to get away or turn on the light;
The spiderman is having you for dinner tonight!"
And I feel like I'm being eaten
By a thousand million shivering furry holes,
And I know that in the morning
I will wake up in the shivering cold
And the spiderman is always hungry