The Spider And The Fly

      Take heed, it shall help you through life.

      "Will you walk into my parlor?"
      Said a spider to a fly;
      "'Tis the prettiest little parlor
      That ever you did spy.
      The way into my parlor
      Is up a winding stair,
      And I have many pretty things
      To show when you are there."
      "Oh, no, no!" said the little fly,
      "To ask me is in vain;
      For who goes up your winding stair
      Can never come down again."

      "I'm sure you must be weary
      With soaring up so high;
      Will you rest upon my little bed?"
      Said the spider to the fly.
      "There are pretty curtains drawn around,
      The sheets are fine and thin;
      And if you like to rest awhile,
      I'll snugly tuck you in."
      "Oh, no, no!" said the little fly,
      "For I've often heard it said,
      They never, never wake again
      Who sleep upon your bed."

      Said the cunning spider to the fly,
      "Dear friend, what shall I do
      To prove the warm affection
      I've always felt for you?
      I have within my pantry
      Good store of all that's nice;
      I'm sure you're very welcome--
      Will you please to take a slice?"
      "Oh, no, no!" said the little fly,
      "Kind sir, that cannot be;
      I've heard what's in your pantry,
      And I do not wish to see."

      "Sweet creature," said the spider,
      "You're witty and you're wise;
      How handsome are your gauzy wings,
      How brilliant are your eyes.
      I have a little looking-glass
      Upon my parlor shelf;
      If you'll step in one moment, dear,
      You shall behold yourself."
      "I thank you, gentle sir," she said,
      "For what you're pleased to say,
      And bidding you good morning now,
      I'll call another day."

      The spider turned him round about,
      And went into his den,
      For well he knew the silly fly
      Would soon be back again;
      So he wove a subtle thread
      In a little corner sly,
      And set his table ready
      To dine upon the fly.
      He went out to his door again,
      And merrily did sing,
      "Come hither, hither, pretty fly,
      With pearl and silver wing;
      Your robes are green and purple,
      There's a crest upon your head;
      Your eyes are like the diamond bright,
      But mine are dull as lead."

      Alas, alas! how very soon
      This silly little fly,
      Hearing his wily, flattering words,
      Came slowly flitting by;
      With buzzing wings she hung aloft,
      Then near and nearer drew--
      Thought only of her brilliant eyes,
      And green and purple hue;
      Thought only of her crested head--
      Poor foolish thing! At last
      Up jumped the cunning spider,
      And fiercely held her fast.

      He dragged her up his winding stair,
      Into his dismal den
      Within his little parlor--but
      She never came out again!
      And now, dear little children
      Who may this story read,
      To idle, silly, flattering words,
      I pray you, never give heed:
      Unto an evil counselor
      Close heart and ear and eye,
      And learn a lesson from this tale
      Of the spider and the fly.

      To my lodge

      The Spider And The Fly by Mary Howitt.

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