Can the spider play a tune,? no but she builds a lovely harp.
Oh the  strings how they do quiver.

A dirge played by the sinner,
The Reckless dinner.

Now trapped .
Now caught,
all for naught.

Neither judged by twelve
nor carried by six.  Soon.

The refrain comes almost imperceptible.
Arachnid eyes with wide angle lenses.

No malice or feeling .
Nurse ratchet with a ten gauge needle.
"Your cocoon sir."