His Baby

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

Oh, yes, that's his baby,
And just look at him spin;
She's got him dancing a jig,
His face wears a silly grin.

She sure starts a-purring
When she's in his sight;
She makes sure she hides her fangs,
When she holds him tight.

She's simpery and helpless,
Makes him feel big and strong;
And he doesn't even know
He's dancing to her song.

But when he's not around,
Her mouth wouldn't melt butter;
She's calculating and cold,
No kind words does she utter.

A black widow spider spinning her web,
The next victim already in her hold.
He won't even feel the moment of death;
Not everything that glitters is gold.