When I was at NEST, I went up to one gentleman's room to have a mini session. He opened up his door and said to me," 'Will you walk into my parlor? said the spider to the fly;' ". I surprised him by replying, "' 'Tis the prettiest little parlor that I ever did spy!' " ...I read the poem again later and thought it sound like a good one for us ticklephiles. So I took the poem and re-worded it just a bit. Enjoy! 
Adapted from Mary Howitt's poem, "The Spider and the Fly"
“Will you walk into my bedroom?” said the spider to the fly;
“’Tis the prettiest little bedroom that ever you did spy.
The way into my bedroom is up a winding stair,
And I have many pretty things to show when you are there.”
“O no, no,” said the little fly, “to ask me is in vain,
For who goes up your winding stair can ne’er 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.”
“O no, no,” said the little fly, “for I’ve often heard it said,
"They never come back down again, and always shout out Red!"
Said the cunning spider to the fly, “Dear friend, what shall I do,
To prove the warm affection I’ve always felt for you?
I have under my bed a good amount of toys;
I’m sure you’re very welcome; you won’t make a lot of noise.” (Smirks)
“O no, no,” said the little fly, “kind sir, that cannot be;
I’ve heard what’s under your bed, and I do not wish to see.”
“Sweet creature!” said the spider, “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 bedroom shelf,
If you’ll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself.”
“I thank you, gentle sir,” she said, “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 ticklish fly would soon be back again:
So he wove a subtle web, in a little corner sly,
And set his bed all ready to tickle that sweet fly.
Then he came out to his door again, and merrily did sing
“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 ticklish little fly,
Hearing his wily flattering words, came slowly flitting by.
With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew
Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue;
Thinking only of her crested head — poor ticklish thing! At last,
Up jumped the sneaky spider, and quickly held her fast.
He carried her up his winding stair, into his playful den,
Within his little bedroom; but she ne’er came out again!
And now, dear little ticklephiles, who may this story read,
To cute, silly, flattering words, you’ll wish you could be freed;
Beware an evil tickler lurking somewhere nearby.
And take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly.
~ Shygirl aka The Barefoot Maiden
Adapted from Mary Howitt's poem, "The Spider and the Fly"
“Will you walk into my bedroom?” said the spider to the fly;
“’Tis the prettiest little bedroom that ever you did spy.
The way into my bedroom is up a winding stair,
And I have many pretty things to show when you are there.”
“O no, no,” said the little fly, “to ask me is in vain,
For who goes up your winding stair can ne’er 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.”
“O no, no,” said the little fly, “for I’ve often heard it said,
"They never come back down again, and always shout out Red!"
Said the cunning spider to the fly, “Dear friend, what shall I do,
To prove the warm affection I’ve always felt for you?
I have under my bed a good amount of toys;
I’m sure you’re very welcome; you won’t make a lot of noise.” (Smirks)
“O no, no,” said the little fly, “kind sir, that cannot be;
I’ve heard what’s under your bed, and I do not wish to see.”
“Sweet creature!” said the spider, “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 bedroom shelf,
If you’ll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself.”
“I thank you, gentle sir,” she said, “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 ticklish fly would soon be back again:
So he wove a subtle web, in a little corner sly,
And set his bed all ready to tickle that sweet fly.
Then he came out to his door again, and merrily did sing
“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 ticklish little fly,
Hearing his wily flattering words, came slowly flitting by.
With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew
Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue;
Thinking only of her crested head — poor ticklish thing! At last,
Up jumped the sneaky spider, and quickly held her fast.
He carried her up his winding stair, into his playful den,
Within his little bedroom; but she ne’er came out again!
And now, dear little ticklephiles, who may this story read,
To cute, silly, flattering words, you’ll wish you could be freed;
Beware an evil tickler lurking somewhere nearby.
And take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly.
~ Shygirl aka The Barefoot Maiden
