Will there be time for eggnogs and eclogues <br />In the place where we’re going? <br />Said the spider to the fly. <br /> <br />I think not, said the fly. <br />I think not, sang the chorus. <br />I think not, said a stranger <br />Who mysteriously happened by. <br /> <br />Will they beat me and treat me the way they did here, <br />In the place where we’re going? <br />Asked the spider of the fly. <br /> <br />It is likely, said the fly. <br />Very likely, sang the chorus. <br />Extremely likely, said the stranger, <br />With an eager gleam in his eye. <br /> <br />O, why go there when we know there is nothing there but fear <br />At this place where we’re going? <br />Said the spider to the fly. <br /> <br />What a question! said the fly. <br />What a question! sang the chorus. <br />What a question! said the stranger, <br />Leering slightly at the spider, <br />Winking slyly at the fly.<br /><br />Weldon Kees<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-the-spider-heard/
