Look Out! Here comes the Spider-Man

Born and bred in Queens, I swing

from the 59th Street Bridge to the Chrysler Building

in the famous suit of my alter-ego,

Spiderman, a superhero

known throughout the five boroughs

of New York City for spinning lustrous

webs of Pennsylvania steel-strength silk 

across the gridlocked blocks of traffic

honking horns and swearing blue

murder as far as 5th Avenue

and Central Park, where I like to zap

frisbees in mid-air, and wrap

them up in a glistening cellophane

to drive the hip frat boys insane,

as I carry out my lone crusade

to fight crime in your neighbourhood

and rid the city of its villains:

octopi, rhinos, lizards, goblins‒

all trying to foil my spidey-senses

and turn the apple bad, like flies,

while at the same time graduate

from high school, finally grab a date

with the cutest girl in class, protect

my real identity (super-secret),

and make my aunt May proud of me,

live up to the responsibility

this power brings with it. For, with great power...

Now watch me leap and scale this tower!