Here's the back of the costume. I had to REALLY condense the poem to fit, that took several tries. Here's what it says:
"Will you walk into my parlor?"
said the Spider to the Fly.
"Tis the prettiest little parlor
that ever you did spy;"
"Oh 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."
How very soon this silly little Fly,
Hearing his wily, flattering words,
came slowly flitting by.
The Spider dragged her up
his winding stair,
into his dismal den.
Within his little parlor-
but she ne'er came out again!
And now, who may this story read,
To idle, silly, flattering words
I pray you ne'er give heed.
Unto an evil counselor,
close heart and ear and eye.
And take a lesson from this tale,
of the Spider and the Fly.
Adapted from the poem by Mary Howitt
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