264 SONGS FOR THE

“There are pretty curtains drawn around,
The sheets are fine and thin ;
And if you like to rest a while,
[ll snugly tuck you fa)”
“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,
“Pear friend, what shall I do,
To prove the warm affection
T’ve always felt for you?
I have, within my pantry,
Good store of all that ’s nice 5
I’m sure you’re very welcome—
Will you please to take a slice?”
“Qh 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 gee.”

    
        
   
    

“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 ;