If a spider I would feed you my girl
Something spicy from natures grill
Your bigger and better than me
Bigger is better for a man you see
We wonder bout love to happen by
Then give it up with a sigh
But loving you my eight legged lover
Is the day that I die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excuse me. Black widows from way back.