Where the Bee Sucks

Where the Bee Sucks by 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.