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Uncle John said that the spider laid a sticky thread on the spokes to catch the insects which she lives upon.

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"A hungry spider made a web

Of thread so very fine,

Your tiny fingers scarce could feel

The slender little line.

Round about and round about
And round about it spun;
Straight across and back again,
Until the web was done.

"Oh, what a pretty, shining web
It was when it was done!
The little flies all came to see
It hanging in the sun.

Round about and round about

And round about they danced; Across the web and back again They darted and they glanced.

"The hungry spider sat and watched The happy little flies.

It saw all round about its head,
It has so many eyes.

Round about and round about
And round about they go;
Across the web and back again,
Now high, and then so low.

"I'm hungry, very hungry,'
Said the spider to a fly;
'If you were caught within the web
You very soon should die.'

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But round about and round about
And round about once more,
Across the web and back again
They flitted as before.

For all the flies were much too wise

To venture near the spider;

They flapped their little wings, and flew

In circles rather wider.

Round about and round about

And round about went they,

Across the web and back again,
And then they flew away."

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"Will you walk into my parlor?'
Said a spider to a 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 pretty things
To show when you are there.

"Sweet creature,' said the spider,

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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'll step in one moment, dear,
You shall behold yourself.'

'I thank you, gentle sir,' she said,

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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 be back again.

He wove some very pretty threads.
In a little corner sly,

And set his table ready
To dine upon the fly.

"He went out to his door again, And merrily did sing,

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'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,

In answer to his flattering words,
Came slowly flitting by.

With buzzing wings she hung aloft,
Then near and nearer drew,

Thought only of her brilliant eyes
And green and purple hue;

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