Trunk Call by Carey Blyton

‘You’re wanted on the telephone,’

Said the Spider to the Fly,

‘I think it is the Faroe Isles –

Or perhaps the Isle of Skye.’

The Fly he took the mouthpiece,

‘Thank you, kind sir,’ he said,

And while the Fly was speaking,

The Spider ate his head.

‘That was really delicious,’

Said the Spider, full of glee,

‘I think I’ll have a little rest,

Then have the trunk for tea.’

by Carey Blyton

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