Hi there! Welcome back to Storytime for Kids! I'm Mrs. McCurley and today we have another poem. This one is kind of a story and it's by Mary Howett called The Spider and The Fly. Will you walk into my parlor? Said The Spider to the Fly. It is the prettiest little parlor that ever you did spy. The way into the parlor is up a winding stair and I have many pretty things to show you when you were there. Oh no no, said The Little Fly. To ask me is in vain for who goes up your winding stair can nare 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. They're pretty curtains drawn and sheets are fine and thin and if you like to rest a while I'll snubbly tuck you in. Oh 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 shall 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. You please take a slice. Oh no no, said The Little Fly. Kind sure that cannot be. I've heard within your pantry and I do not wish to see. Soared creature, said The Spider. You're witty and you're wise. How handsome are your gauzy wings. How brilliant 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 think you, general sir, she said for what you're pleased to say and fitting you good morning now. I'll call another day. The spider turned around about and went into his den. For well he knew the silly fly would soon be back again. So he woke us out of web and a little cornered slide and set his table ready to die upon the fly. Then he came out to his door again and merrily did sing. Come, Heather, come, Heather, pretty fly with the hurl and silver wing. Your ropes are green and purple. There's a crust upon your end. Your eyes are like the diamond bright of a star. Your dull as mad. Alas, alas, how very soon this silly little 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 crusted head poor foolish thing at last. Up jumped the cunning spider and fiercely held his wrist. He dragged her up his white thing stair and two his dispensions. Within his little parlor, but she near came out again. And now dear little children, who made the story read to idle, silly, flattering words, I pray you'll narrative heat unto an evil counselor close heart and ear and eye and take a lesson from this tale of the spider and the fly. Goodness, not a very nice spider, wuzzy and that silly fly being seduced by the flattering words. But everybody's got to eat. But that's a different story. Until next time, I'm Mrs. McCurley. Be sure to subscribe. Happy story time. Bye.