“Will you walk into my parlour, said a Spider to a Fly;
'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy.
The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,
And I have many pretty things to shew when you get there.
Oh, no, no! said the little Fly; to ask me is in vain:
For who goes up that winding stair shall ne'er come down again.
Emory Ahlberg
2019-08-25 08:58:22 +0000 UTCJessica Thence
2019-08-25 04:23:02 +0000 UTC