(I spy something beginning with S...)      On candystripe legs the spiderman 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   And I realise with fright   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 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   But 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      The spiderman is always hungry...      (Come into my parlour, said the spider to the fly   I have something...)