Spiderus: (singing to his eggs) A spider was beside herself that very morn' in May / A butterfly flew around her web, which meant no lunch today. (stops singing) No, no, no. That doesn't sound too baby bug friendly. Let's see. (starts singing again) Hup two, three, four, we're just bugs with two legs more / five, six, seven, eight, when spiders march we're never late. (stops singing again) No, no, no, too rousing. I want them to hatch, not invade the taddy puddle.