I ate a leg from the turkey, and found that it was fine. I ate another leg from the turkey, and found that it was sublime. By leg three I wondered, did we cook two birds this time? Leg four and I had done it, two birds, four legs with lime. I saw leg five and knew, these legs evidenced a crime. 'The madman did it!', I yelled washing down leg six with wine. Leg seven was hard, but needing strength, I continued to dine. There was no time for eight, the other spider turkeys had arrived.