Ah, here he comes, he comes, here he comes a-courting
To put all the Don Juans to shame,
There'll be cadryl dance for all the beautiful and homely,
No one will slip away
From a spider.
Oh, dark is his web and thousand of creatures
In it, they shine just like the stars,
But more, more, more for even thousand of creatures
Won't have enough orifices for all the arms
Of a spider.
Lalalai la lai la la…
So here he comes, he comes, here he comes a-courting
And there they shine just like the stars.
But more, more, more for even thousand of creatures
Won't have enough orifices for all the arms
Of a spider.
Lalalai la lai la la…