“Will you walk into my parlor?”
Said the spider to the fly;
“Tis the prettiest little parkour
That ever you did spy.
The way into my parkour
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 (= never) come down again.”
