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 little things
To show you when you're there
Oh no no said the fly
To ask me is in vain
For who goes up your winding stair
Can never 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 fly
For I've often heard it said
They never never wake again
You sleep upon your bed