The Spider And The Fly By Mary Howitt
The Spider And The Fly by Mary Howitt “Will you walk into my parlour?” said the Spider to the Fly,“‘Tis the prettiest little parlour that
‘I have no name;
I am but two days old.’
What shall I call thee?
‘I happy am,
Joy is my name.’
Sweet joy befall thee!
Pretty joy!
Sweet joy, but two days old.
Sweet Joy I call thee:
Thou dost smile,
I sing the while;
Sweet joy befall thee!
The Spider And The Fly by Mary Howitt “Will you walk into my parlour?” said the Spider to the Fly,“‘Tis the prettiest little parlour that
Purple By Alexis Rotella In first gradeMrs. Lohr saidmy purple teepeewasn’t realistic enoughthat purple was no colorfor a tent,that purple was a colorfor people who
Invictus By William Ernest Henley Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may be For my
A Red, Red Rose By Robert Burns O my luve’s like a red, red rose,That’s newly sprung in June;O my luve’s like the melodieThat’s sweetly