Do not go into that room tonight,
Fat and hairy and mad – keep away from
The spider! Oh patient spider, waiting to take a bite.
The Professor was typing in the bright of day,
When above her head the creature appeared;
Do not go into that room tonight.
She thought: What to do? For all such species
Remind her of Charlotte, a good friend and writer, too.
The spider! Oh patient spider, waiting to take a bite.
But Charlotte stayed in her corner of the barn, and
Son of a Mother this spider did move;
Do not go into that room tonight.
Made small by fear of its poisonous pincers,
She grabbed a shoe box and aimed it at
The spider! Oh patient spider, waiting to take a bite.
A thwack and a primal scream that made the hound howl, somehow she missed,
And it disappeared into a dark crevice – pissed and hungry for vengeance.
Do not go into that room tonight;
The spider! Oh patient spider, waiting to take a bite.