Spider and the Fly
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Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
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Scott McDonald classic Reading This Spider and the Fly, Will You Walk Into My Parlor? Said the spider to the fly Does the prettiest little part of 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 were there. Oh, no, no, said Evelyn. Fly to ask me is in vain for Who goes up your winding stair. Conair Come down again. I'm sure you must be worried dear with soaring up so high were you rest upon my little beds at the spider to the fly. They're pretty curtains drawn around these sheets of fine and thin. And if you like to rest a while, I'll snugly tuck you in. Oh, no knows that the butterfly for I've often heard it said they never, never wake again. Who sleep upon your bed? Said the cunning spider to the fly. Different. What can I do to prove the warm affection I've always had for you? I have within my pantry good store of all. That's nice. I'm sure you're very welcome or 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 creatures of the spider. You're witty and your 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 come back again. So we wove a subtle web in a little corner sly and set his table ready to dine upon the fly that he came out to his door again and merrily did sing Come hither hither pretty fly with a pearl and silver wing, your robes or green and purple. There's a crest upon your head. Your eyes air like the diamond bright but mine are dull. Its 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 than near and nearer Drew thinking on Lee ever brilliant eyes in green and purple hue, thinking on Lee have a crested head. Poor foolish thing at last up jumped the cunning spider, and Fischli held her fast. He dragged her up the winding stair into his dismal den within his little parlor, but she never came out again. And now, dear little Children who made this story read Toe Idol. Silly, flattering words. I pray you never give heed onto an evil counselor, Close heart and ear and I and take a lesson from this tale of the spider and the fly.