On a
sunny September day . . .
. . . an
industrious spider was at work, centred in her shimmering web, waiting for
hapless creatures to wander in.
'Will you walk into my parlour?' said a spider to a fly;
’Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy.
The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,
And I have many pretty things to shew 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.’
From the poem by Mary Howitt (1828)
When I was in junior high literature class, we had to memorize a poem and recite it in front of the class and this is the poem I chose! I still recall quite a bit of it and you brought back some fond memories.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I love the spider pictures!
Deleteoh goodness. I am not fond of spiders or their webs. I was bitten by a brown recluse several years ago. was sick for over a year.
ReplyDeleteGreat little poem. Good for children.
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