"Will you walk into my parlour?"
Said the Nungate to the Mammar fly;
"'Tis the prettiest little parlour
That ever you did e-spy.
The way into my parlour
Is up a winding QoM stair;
And I have many curious things
To show you when you're there."
"Oh, no, no," said the little Mamma fly;
"To ask me is in vain;
For who goes up your winding Queenie stair
Can ne'er come down again. Ask her boyfriend"
I'm sure you must be weary, Mammar dear,
With soaring up so Daisy Nonna high;
Will you rest upon my little mcfluffy bed?"
Said the Nungate spider to the Mammar fly.
"There are pretty gness-made curtains all around,
The minty sheets are fine and thin, no one spewed
And if you want to rest awhile the MoFC party continues,
I'll snugly tuck you in!"
"Oh, no, no," said the little Mammar fly;
"For I've often heard it said,
They never, never wake again
Perhaps in Parkhurst out of the tower from you bed!"
Said the cunning Nungate to the Mammar fly,-
"Dear friend, what can I do
To prove the warm affection
I've always felt for you?
I have within my Igor pantry
Good store of all that's groaning nice;
I'm sure you're very welcome-
Will you please to take a voddie slice?"
"Oh, no, no," said the little Mammar fly,
"Kind Nungate , that cannot be;
I've heard what's in your goat-ridden pantry,
And I do not wish to see!"
"Sweet creature!" said the Nungate,
"Your're witty and you're wise;
How pretty are your gauzy wings,
How brilliant are your eyes!
I have a little pysbbo looking-glass
Upon my bedroom shelf;
If you'll step in one moment, dear,
You shall excel yourself."
"I thank you, gentle Nungate," she said,
"For what you're pleased to say,
And, bidding you good-evening now,
I'll call another day.
Tony - your taxi please."