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| 546. The Fly What have I done asked the fly Its wings stuck in a silky web I only wanted to steal some food Instead someone else will be fed Do not worry remarked the spider I needn’t rob to feed my belly I simply wait for the careless like you Another garnishment for nature’s jelly Please kind spider cried the fly My life is hardly worth your trying Set me free and I’ll bring you food I’d prefer some other creature was here crying Yet the spider didn’t listen and set to work He packaged the fly for a later date The fly cried that he deserved better Overlooking the obvious had sealed his fate |
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