The spider and the flies Poem

The spider and the flies

 

A spider had woven his web. Some flies came there to see the web. The spider asked one of the fly to come into his web for dinner. But the fly was too clever and flew away.

 

 

A hungry spider made a web

 Of thread so very fine,

 Your tiny fingers scarce could feel The slender little line.

 

 

Round about, and roundabout, and round about it spun; 

Straight across, and back again,

 Until the web was done.

 

 

O, what a pretty, shining web

 It was, when it was done!

The little flies all came to see

 It hanging in the sun.

 

 

Round about , and roundabout ,

And roundabout they danced ;

Across the web , and back again ,

They darted and they glanced .

 

 

The hungry spider sat, and watched

 The happy little flies.

 

It saw all round about its head, 

it had so many eyes.

 

Round about , and roundabout ,

And roundabout they go ;

Across the web , and back again ,

Now high above , now low .

 

 

“I am getting very hungry, “Said the spider to the fly;

 “If you would come into my house,

 We'd have dinner, you and I.

 " But round about , and roundabout ,

And round about once more ;

Across the web , and back again ,

All flitted as before .

 

 

 You see, the flies were much too wise

 To venture near the spider; 

they flapped their little wings, 

and flew in circles rather wider.

 

 

Round about , and roundabout ,

And round about went they ;

 

Across the web , and back again ,

And then they flew away .