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The Spider and the Fly

By Mary Howitt

“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 are there.”
“Oh no, no,” said the 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 awhile, 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 that 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 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 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 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 to 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 as 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, into his dismal den
Within his little parlor – 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 heed;
Unto an evil counsellor close heart, and ear, and eye,
And take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly.

 

Mary Howitt, (1799–1888) published The Spider and the Fly in 1829. It is a cautionary tale about the use of flattery and charm to mask evil and unsavory intentions. Although written so long ago, the poem is as relevant today as the day it was written. That is why I have included the poem here in FabulousFables.com. The poem’s lesson is timeless.

David Madrid

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A Midnight’s Yule Dream Christmas Card

Once upon a Christmas slumber, as we slept amid some thunder,

Thunder though, it wasn’t at all, it was a green, red and white UFO come to call.

Up we went into the sky, Jacque and nobody else but I.

We shot up high and flew over each of your homes,

And wished you a Merry Christmas, you probably thought we were a drone.

 

It was then that we saw Santa Claus fly by, with four polar bears and a reindeer at his side.

Ho! Ho! Ho! St. Nick laughed as he shot through the sky. He looked to be a right jolly guy.

On Hector, Go Ralph, Run Mookie, Fly Sam, he prodded the polar bears and they ran and they ran.

Then our UFO took us up by the moon, whose face was all funny as if he had eaten a prune.

 

Finally, our craft flew under a star, the biggest, the brightest, ever seen from near or afar.

A monitor lit up and we saw such a scene, a baby in a manger, oh what a dream!

Angels sang Peace on Earth, and Goodwill to all women and men, wishes we extend to you all our very dear friends.

The baby represents all that is pure; He left us the gift of gold in the form of a simple rule:

“So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you.”

That’s what Jesus taught us; it is true.

 

Christmas time, Oh Christmas time,

When dreams of sugar plums dance in our heads, when children sleep all snug in their beds,

When dreams of UFOs are a delight, when cities are lit up with Christmas lights.

We wish you a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays too. Whatever you celebrate, it’s OK with us two.

Lots of love from David and Jacque Madrid; You may think this dream merely a fib.

But Christmas season is a magical time, and I’ve got a picture to go with my rhymes.

 

NOTE: A special thanks to artist Vincent Rogers, who drew the Santa and polar bear sleigh for the story “Rufus the Snot-Nosed Reindeer: The Reckoning.”

Read the first of the two-story series: “Rufus the Snot-Nosed Reindeer.”

That’s Football

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So much fun from a sphere-shaped ball.

Was it really called a pigskin?

Yes, but there’s nothing the matter

With the old pig bladder

That history called a football.

A well-thrown pass

And a field of grass

Beats all the games kids play.

I’m the quarterback. No it’s me.

What fun it is to argue with thee.

I throw the ball; you catch it and run;

He tackles you. You fall on your bum.

There is no clock to kill the time.

Just get the ball across the line.

Touchdown!

Really, no other game will do;

We play unhampered by an officiating crew.

Oh yes, such fun

It is to run,

To kick the ball, and catch it too,

To play the game with a friend such as you.

That’s when football is at its best.

When play is so fun we forget to rest.

That’s football.

By David Madrid

Contact: David Madrid