"Will you walk into my parlour?"
Said the spider to the 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 curious things
To show you when you're there."
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 all around,
The sheets are fine and thin,
And if you want to rest awhile,
I'll snugly tuck you in!"
Poor foolish thing! At last
Up jumped the cunning spider,
And fiercely held her fast.
He dragged her up his winding stair,
Into his dismal den:
Within his little parlour,-
But she ne'er came out again!
Excerpts from: The Spider and the Fly by Mary Howitt
01 ~ And the spider grabbed the fly off the web fiercely...
02 ~ So fierce that the web ripped. And it injected its venom and the fly is paralysed...
03 ~ And it quickly carry its lunch across the web...
04 ~ All the while holding the poor fly tightly...
05 ~ Carefully treading along the silk trap...
06 ~ Only to step on the non sticky parts...
07 ~ Then I quickly went to the other side of the web...
08 ~ To try to get better shots...
09 ~ For good effect I focussed this on the delicate web...
10 ~ And then the spider started to do its wrapping....
11 ~ Cocooning the unconcious fly....
12 ~ Dangling, swinging and twisting....
13 ~ And finally admiring a job well done. Once the fly's inside liquefies, it'll have its nutritious drink...
