Will you walk into my parlour?” said the Spider to the Fly.
“Tis the prettiest little parlour that you ever did spy;
The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,
And I’ve a many curious things to shew you 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.”
