“Will you walk into my parlour?”, said the Spider to the Fly,
’Tis the prettiest little parlour that you ever did spy;
Tho’ the Fly did smile, he did know the Golden rule
‘Never trust strangers’, (‘does the Spider think me a fool?’)
“I trust it’s pretty, Ma’am, but I fear I must go
To my house-my mother’s waiting for me, you know”
“Come now, dearie”, said Ma’am Spider silkily, “share with me a cuppa”,
“And later I might also fix you a little supper”.