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"For the last time, now, 1 ask you, will you walk in, Mister Fly?" " No ; if I do, I may be shot, I'm off — so now, good bye ! " Then up he springs,but both his wings were in the web caught fast The spider laughed, " Ha, ha, my boy, I've caught you safe at last." " Will you, will you," etc.
Now all young men, take warning by this foolish little fly,— For pleasure is the spider's web, to catch you it will try; And although you may think that my advice is quite a bore, You're lost if you stand parleying outside of pleasure's door. " Will you, will you," etc.
" 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 curious 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 ne'er 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 the 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."