And I’ve curious things to show you which I’m sure will make you stare.”
“Excuse me,” said the Grand Old Fly, “your manner has a charm,
But are you really sure, dear sir, you do not mean me harm?”
Said the cunning Spider to the Fly, “Dear friend, what can I do
To prove the warm affection I have always felt for you?
I’ve eighty-six companions too so pleasant, kind, and nice,
Who’ll welcome any friend of mine and help him in a trice.”
“Forgive me,” said the Grand Old Fly, “because I make so bold,
But about that Irish party there are awful stories told,”
“Sweet creature,” said the Spider, “you’re witty and you’re wise,