Spider To The Fly Poem by S.W. Clark

'It is I, '
said the Spider to the Fly.
'Come to devour you
by and by.'

'Why? '
said the Fly in reply.

'Without reason, I feel,
you've become my meal.'
said the Spider in a joyous squeal.

'I, ' sighed the Fly
'do not appeal as a meal
if I cry! '

'What do I see! '
said the Spider to the bee.
'Another one for me! '

'If you touch me, '
said the bee to the spider,
'my stinger be on thee.'

'How pesty! '
said the Spider to the bee.