Buzz Off Words To a Spider

A silver spider spied a golden fly, and to it most amorously did sigh: "O most glorious of flies! What fine wings you have, what eyes! No earthly thing shows beauty more. I shall weave in silver thread a garb for you, a vestment fair, that we be forever wed, a common destiny to share. I in you, and you in me, O how happy we shall be. You shall be my metaphor. To you I'll pose reality." "I'm sure what moves you is benign," the fly replied in dulcet tone. "Yet I regretfully decline your offer of a common home. My gold is - like your silver - pure, and may such purity endure, for purity, if once alloyed, as sure as fate must be destroyed. To sun and moon it was decreed not fusion but duality should constitute reality. Cohabitation I debar! I shall admire you - from afar!"