| On candy stripe legs the spider man 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 realize with fright | |
| That the spider man 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 spider man 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 spider man is always hungry | |
| Come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly | |
| I have something |