Download PDF, EPUB, MOBI Come into My Parlor. Will you walk into my parlour, said a Spider to a Fly; 'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy. The way into my parlour is up a winding stair, For who goes up that winding stair shall ne'er come down again. "Will you walk into my parlor?" said the spider The way into my parlor is up a winding stair, For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again. The way into my parlor is up a winding stair, And I have many pretty things to show when you are there. O 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.