There is a treat
that’s hard to beat
by sous chefs, near or far
There is a snack
that’s hard to whack
in any first-rate buffet car
Not meat
nor sweet
not veg
nor fish
not anything but totes delish
It’s loved by all
for lunch or tea
in high ranks
of society
It’s real fine nosh
hard to kibosh
better than
lamb rogan josh
It has no germ,
fat saturate,
no mono-sodium glutamate
It won’t cause stroke
or heart attacks
safe and fine
for celiacs
It’s really rather
lah-de-dah,
It’s Taran-tula caviar!
Oh, caviar
Oh, caviar
Brewed by arachnoid ladies
Oh, caviar
Oh, caviar
Delectable in gravies
From spinneret,
you’ll not regret
a spoon with aphid wine
From silken sacks
their young won’t thrive
outside your lower intestine
It makes you ticklish
in your tum
And creepy-crawly
out your bum
And squibbly-dibbly
inside-out
And prompt a Mona Lisa pout
And all the fancy gourmands shout:
“Tarantula Caviar!”