On candystripe legs [bad word] 
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! movement in the corner of the

Room! And there is nothing I can do when i

Realise with freight 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 [bad word] 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...