Latrodectus - the Black Widow

Oh how she spins a web of silk It glistens in the night, Her long black legs a work of art Her body is a sight, She moves with great precision As she spins a rapid pace, For her next victim doesn't know, What danger they're about to face, As she completes her web of lust She views it from afar, Her legs stretch out in agony The feeling is bizare, Her spinnerets are swollen From all the work they've done, And if she's very lucky She will capture more than one, She hides below wrapped in a ball Pretending she is shy, And then an unsuspecting guest Meets pain until they die...