On you the universal world now turns its wondering eyes,
I have an Irish looking-glass upon my parlour shelf—
You’ll be surprised if in that glass you but behold yourself,”
“I thank you, gentle sir, indeed for what you’ve pleased to say,
And bidding you good morning now I’ll call another day.”
The Spider waited for a time inside his Irish den,
For well he knew the Grand Old Fly would soon come back again.
He wove his subtle Home Rule web in a little corner sly
And set his eighty-six confrères to watch the Grand Old Fly.
Then wandered to his door again and merrily did say,