The spidaire weave hees web one day;
Mees Fly come buzzing long that way;
The spidaire speak —
And blush her cheek:
" You should not roam,
But have a home
Of lace so beautiful, Mees Fly,
It match the jewel of your eye. "

Mees Fly she walk just so;
The spidaire very slow;
The spidaire sigh;
She drop her eye,
Turning oblique,
Powdaire the cheek;
Then rapidly her feet she fling;
He rubber-neck , she rub her wing.

" Since I long time your beauty know,
I build for you this gran' château. "
Mees Fly, she say:
" I must not stay!
We nevaire met! "
He say: " An' yet
I dine with many of your kin;
Let me present myself! — walk in! "

Mees Fly she feel so compliment
To own the house an' pay no rent;
Right proud she grow,
An' fond of show;
She not believe
He can deceive;
An' when the spidaire stroke her chin,
She's captivate — an' walk right in!

Before she can enjoy the place,
Her feet get tangle in the lace:
Entrap is she
Through vanitee!
Then she, too late,
Bemoan her fate.
With flatteree thaThe supply
The spidaire always catch the fly!