Ariel’s song from the Tempest
William Shakespeare
Where the bee sucks, there
suck I:
In a cowslip’s bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do
cry.
On the bat’s back I do fly;
After summer merrily.
Merrily, merrily shall I live
now,
Under the blossom that hangs
on the bough.
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