**“Mary Howitt’s warning, written to her own children about those who use sweet
words to hide their not-so-sweet intentions.” Originally published in 1829.
“Will you walk into my parlor?” said the Spider to the Fly,
‘Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you did spy;
The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,
And I have many curious things to show you when you're 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.”
“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.
“There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and thin,
And if you like to rest a while, I’ll snugly 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 can 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 - will you please to take a slice?”
“Oh no, no,” said the little Fly, “kind sir, that cannot be,
I’ve heard what’s in your pantry, and I do not wish to see!”
Sweet creature!” said the Spider, “you’re witty and you’re wise,
How handsome are your gauzy wings - how brilliant are your eyes!
I have a little looking-glass upon my parlor shelf,
If you’d step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself.”
“I thank you, gentle sir,” she said, “for what you’re pleased to say,
and bidding you good morning now. I’ll call another day.”
The Spider turned him, round about, and went into his den,
for well he knew, the silly Fly would soon come back again:
So he wove a subtle web, in a little corner sly,
and set his table ready, to dine upon the Fly.
Then he came out his door again, and merrily did sing,
“Come hither, hither, pretty Fly, with the pearl and silver wing;
your robes are green and purple - there’s a crest upon your head;
your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead!”
Alas, alas! How very soon, this silly little Fly,
hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by;
with buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew,
thinking only of her brilliant eyes and green and purple hue -
thinking only of her crested head
- poor, foolish thing! At last,
up jumped the cunning Spider,
and fiercely held her fast.
He dragged her up his winding stair,
- but she ne’er came out again!
And now, dear little children, who may this story read,
to idle, silly, flattering words I pray you ne’er give heed;
unto an evil counselor, close heart and ear and eye,
and take a lesson from this tale, of the Spider and the Fly.
“Be warned, little dears, and know that spiders are not the only hunters, and bugs
are not the only victims. Take what has transpired within these pages to heart,
or you might well find yourself trapped in some schemer’s web.” (Tony DiTerlizzi)
William Bennett, in his introduction (in The Moral Compass), says,
“Unfortunately, as long as there’s dishonesty in the world, there will be people
ready to lay traps for us. We must learn to recognize them and guard against
their wiles. Not everyone who talks sweetly, offers sweets.”
