Ariel's Song

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. 3gqiWi4+6ef+C12JBKVWn7P1ZM0zMfKMhfOOnwaywFZlXN1qTyLY2RO5L4JkSmbt