Come into my parlour

Will you walk into my parlour?” said the Spider to the Fly,
‘Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy;
The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,
And I’ve a many curious things to shew when you are there.”
Oh 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!”
Oh no, no,” said the little Fly, “for I’ve often heard it said,
They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed!”

-- Mary Howitt (1799 – 1888)

To be or not to be:  ‘Fraid this bee will be no longer. In fact, that the only thing that this bee will ever be again will be dinner for the spider! My eyes would never have spotted this couple, but Brynn, who is constantly on the look-out for bees and their nasty stinging habits, saw it from a mile!