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. +Ib64Hf4Hn2BqKtmCUW72b7Rqp9QgSyO95PkuTvxFccb8E2Nr8ctxIE760NW3+8I