Leaving Lepidoptera... Please don't touch the display, little boy. Oh-ho-ho... cute. Moving to the next aisle, we have Arachnida, the spiders, our finest collection. This friendly, little fellow is the Heptithilidae, unfortunately harmless. Next to him... the nasty Lycosa Raptoria. His tiny fangs cause creeping ulcerations of the skin. And here... my prize, The Black Widow. Isn't she lovely? And so deadly. Her kiss is fifteen times as poisonous as that of the rattlesnake. You see, her venom is highly neuro-toxic. Which is to say that it attacks the central nervous system; causing intense pain, profuse sweating, difficulty in breathing, loss of conciousness, violent convulsions, and, finally... uh, death. You know, what I think I love the most about her is her in-born need to dominate, posess. In fact, immediately after the consummation of her marriage to the smaller and weaker male of the specie, she kills and eats him. Oo-hoo, she is delicious! (And I hope he was.) If I may put forward a slice of personal phylosophy, I feel that Man has ruled this world as a stumbling, demented child-king long enough! And as his empire crumbles, my precious Black Widow shall rise as his most fitting successor!
These words he speaks are true,
We're all humanary stew,
If we don't pledge allegiance to
The black widow
The horror that he brings,
The horror of his sting,
The unholiest of kings,
The black widow.
Our minds will be his toy,
And every girl and boy
Will learn to be employed by
The Black widow.
Love me,
Yes, we love me,
Love him,
Yes we love him,
Love me,
Yes we love him.
He sits upon this throne and picks
At all the bones of his husbands
And his wives he's devoured.
He stares with a gleam,
With a laugh so obscene at the virgins
And the children he's deflowered.
[Repeat 2nd verse]
Our thoughts are hot and crazed,
Our brains are webbed in haze,
Of mindless, senseless, daze
The black widow.