"Will you walk into my parlor?"
said the spider to the 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 so show you when
you're there."

"Oh, no, no'" said the little fly,
"To ask me is in vain
For who goes up your
winding stair, shall ne`er
come down again."

"I am sure you must be
weary, dear' 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 have heard it said
They never, never wake
again who sleep upon your bed."

The spider turned him
round about and went into his den
For well he knew the silly
fly would soon come back again

So he wove a subtle web in
a little corner sly
And he set his table ready
to dine upon the fly

Then he came out to his
door again and merrily
did sing
"Come hither, hither,
pretty fly with the pearl
and silver wing."

Alas' alas' how very soon
this silly little fly
Hearing all these flattering
speeches came quickly buzzing by

With gauzy wing she hung
aloft, then near and nearer drew
Thinking only of her
crested head and gold
and purple hue

Thinking only of her
brilliant wings poor silly thing, at last
Up jumped the wicked
spider and fiercely held her fast'