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