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"Won't you come into my parlour," said the spider to the fly. "There's a horrid Labour insect that will 'swat' you bye and bye." "Not on your life," the fly replied; "forgive mc being shy, "But your hungry look repel* me—l'd rather let YOU die!"

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Auckland Star, Volume LIV, Issue 47, 24 February 1923, Page 19

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"Won't you come into my parlour," said the spider to the fly. "There's a horrid Labour insect that will 'swat' you bye and bye." "Not on your life," the fly replied; "forgive mc being shy, "But your hungry look repel* me—l'd rather let YOU die!" Auckland Star, Volume LIV, Issue 47, 24 February 1923, Page 19

"Won't you come into my parlour," said the spider to the fly. "There's a horrid Labour insect that will 'swat' you bye and bye." "Not on your life," the fly replied; "forgive mc being shy, "But your hungry look repel* me—l'd rather let YOU die!" Auckland Star, Volume LIV, Issue 47, 24 February 1923, Page 19