Xenia - Spyder Toast

Spider...Spyder Don't get beside her Fangs that cut Legs that jump Silk that makes her lighter Voracious and capacious An underbelly appetite A taste for those of pedigree Lions are best served cold you see She's forging and she's gorging, And she's feasting on the might Of lions that her eyes can see By day or dusk or crack of light She drinks your blood before you die So never walk alone at night Freedom is the price we pay And only walk in twos by day For your perusal and recusal I submit for your refusal Petitions here for her removal Time to do something useful I won't be dinner I Won't be lunch I'm not like that other bunch If breakfast is what she likes the most Bread & butter for Lion toast I'll bring her some at 1/2 past ten While she sleeps inside her den I'll cut her throat & steal her crown Her majesty stole from this town I'll make a jelly from her head And spread it on my toasty bread Such delicious stuff you see Won't you come & share with me And then I'll rule with gentle hand The verdant hills of these fair lands To be a king of circumstance With teeth that cut & claws that lance Tomorrow's a new day you see I'll be your king, that king is me Wish me well, I'm on my way Fresh spider toast, tomorrow day