Thursday, August 6, 2009

The Spider and the Fly

Mary Howitt wrote a poem about the Spider and the Fly that I have always loved. This picture reminded me of it so much I decided to share it will all the readers in case they had never heard it before. It really looks like this tiny spider bite off more than it could chew. The spider was smaller than one wing on that giant horse fly, but that didn't slow him up one bit. Before the fly knew what hit him, he had been bitten, paralyzed and wrapped in silk!

The Spider and the Fly
By: Mary Howitt

Will you walk into my parlor? said the Spider to the Fly.
Tis the prettiest little parlor that you ever did spy,
The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,
And I've many curious things to show when you are there.

Oh no, no said the little Fly, to ask me is in vain,
For whom goes up your winding stair, can ne'er come down again.

I'm 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!

On no, no, said the little Fly, for I've often heard it said
They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed!

Said the cunning Spider to the Fly, Dear friend what can I do,
To prove the warm affection I've always felt for you?
I have within my pantry, good store of all that's nice
I'm sure you're very welcome; will you please take a slice?

On 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 creature! Said the Spider, you're witty and you're wise,
How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant your eyes!
I've 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 bid you good morning now, I'll call another day.

The Spider turned himself round about, and went into his den,
For well he knew the silly Fly would come back again
So he wove a subtle web, in a little corner sly,
And 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,
Your robes are green and purple, there's a crest upon your head
Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead!

Alas, alas! how very soon this silly Fly,
Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by
With buzzing wings she hung aloft, the 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 parlor, but she ne'er came out again!

And now dear little children, who may this story read,
To idle, silly flattering words, I pray you ne'er heed.
Unto an evil counselor, close heart and ear and eye,
And take a lesson from this tale, of the Spider and the Fly.


  1. Nice photo. I had not read that poem in a long time. Thanks for sharing.

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  2. Thank you Troy, Seeing the spider eat that fly made me smile as I thought about that poem. He was one greedy spider too! I stopped by your sight and it is wonderful, lots of awesome photos and stories. I plan to visit more in the future. I will add your blog to my blog list.

  3. Thank you so much Rocksea, always nice to see a new face around here. Stop back often.