This little fly, he was number one. He cried, "Oh, no! What have I done?"
This little fly, he was number two. He looked at the web, and into it he flew. (He wasn't real bright...)
"Oh, me, oh, my, what shall I do?"
Fly number three, flew away, with a scream! She flew off into the sky, yelling, "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"
Then the flies looked with terror at a big old fat spider, (Number 2 thought, oh, crap, we're dead... Maybe we can hide... Er...)
Then the spider smiled, a questionable feat, then said, Hi, I'm Boris, Wanna trick or treat?
The flies were scared, but they couldn't say no, but Boris was a charmer.
He let them go. He smiled, and handed them packages to get candy,
And they all went Trick or Treating, it was really quite dandy.
(Until Boris got hungry. Then he ate them, 'cuz spiders don't eat candy.
They didn't really think too much of that...)
This is the set up out front.
Happy Halloween, folks!
(Extra points if anyone catches the rock reference in my poem!)