Fairy Land IV

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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