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I am just a spider though my story's seldom told.
I have spent my whole existence in a lair of total darkness
with some orcs to eat. I didn't like them much.
Still I ate whatever came my way
I had to have my lunch.
hmmmm....mmmm......

I never had a family; I was no more than an egg
when my mother ate my father.
It's a spiders' thing but he was running scared.
Laying low, seeking out the tunnel exits where the others tried to go
looking for the places only she would know.
Li la li... li la la la li la li
Li la li... li la la la li la li
La la la la li...

Seeking only some gold trinket once, this slinker came to me.
And he made an offer,
sweet meat for me, for him the Ring of gold I couldn't eat.
I do declare, that his offer was tempting
I accepted then and there.
Li la li... li la la la li la li
Li la li... li la la la li la li
La la la la li...

I am laying in my dark lair and wishing I could go back in time,
When injuries weren't bleeding me and my eyes could see for me, back in
time.

In the tunnel stood a Hobbit, a Ring-bearer by his trade
so I stung and bound him. Then his servant laid me down and cut me
as he cried out in his anger and his pain
"You can't have him, you can't have him!" So the Hobbit still remains.
Oh yes he still remains.
Li la li... li la la la li la li
Li la li... li la la la li la li
La la la la li...