Very soon the hobbit would be caught in a thick fence of them all round him—that at least was the spiders’ idea. Standing now in the middle of the hunting and spinning insects Bilbo plucked up his courage and began a new song:
Lazy Lob and crazy Cob
are weaving webs to wind me.
I am far more sweet than other meat, but still they cannot find me!
Here am I, naughty little fly;
you are fat and lazy.
You cannot trap me, though you try, in your cobwebs crazy.

Chapter 8 Flies and Spiders