Will you walk into my parlour? said the Spider to the Fly,
Said the cunning Spider to the Fly, "Dear friend what can I do,
to prove the warm affection Ive' always felt for you
'Sweet creature!" said the Spider "your witty and your wise,
how handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes"
" I thank you gentle," sir she said
"for what you 're pleased to say,
And bidding you a good morning now, Till call another day"
Alas, alas! how very soon the silly Fly,
Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by;
With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew,
Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue-
Thinking 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 parlour - but she never came out again?
edited version of The Spider and The Fly
~ Mary Howitt