Ballads for little folk . cs==5s=^«4 ^!^M? Y^^^^^^S^^ .^ si ^^^^^^« $p SPIDER AND FLY. Once when morn was flowing in, Broader, redder, wider,In her house with walls so thin That they could not hide her,Just as she would never spin, Sat a little spider —Sat she on her silver stairs,Meek as if she said her prayers. Came a fly, whose wings had been Making circles wider,Having but the buzz and din Of herself to guide to these walls so thin, Nearer to the spider,Sitting on her silver stairs,Meek as if she said her prayers. Said the silly fly, Too longMalice has belied her ; How should sh
Ballads for little folk . cs==5s=^«4 ^!^M? Y^^^^^^S^^ .^ si ^^^^^^« $p SPIDER AND FLY. Once when morn was flowing in, Broader, redder, wider,In her house with walls so thin That they could not hide her,Just as she would never spin, Sat a little spider —Sat she on her silver stairs,Meek as if she said her prayers. Came a fly, whose wings had been Making circles wider,Having but the buzz and din Of herself to guide to these walls so thin, Nearer to the spider,Sitting on her silver stairs,Meek as if she said her prayers. Said the silly fly, Too longMalice has belied her ; How should she do any wrong,With no walls to hide her ? 5 66 Spider and Fly. So she buzzed her pretty song To the wily spider,Sitting on her silver stairsMeek as though she said her prayers. But in spite her modest mien,Had the fly but eyed her Close enough, she would have seenFame had not belied her — That, as she had always been,She was still a spider; And that she was not at prayers, Sitting on her silver
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