Spider-horse, Spider-horse,
Doughty warrior's last recourse.
Spins a web, to and fro,
Where it comes from, you don't wanna know.
Look out! Here comes the Spider-horse!
Is he mean? Listen bud,
He runs you down then drinks your blood!
Is he fast? No surprise,
Catches bandits just like flies!
Oh no, here comes the Spider-horse!
In the chill of the night
His trap is sprung,
Just a streak of light
And an odor of dung!
Spider-horse, Spider-horse,
Costs more than you've got, of course.
Charge of 20, speed of 10,
Kill him and he'll feed your men.
Look out! Here's the Spider-horse!
You'd better listen to my rhymin'
And don't stand under where he's climbin'!
IT'S SPIDER-HOOOOOORRRRRRRSE!