WHERE the bee sucks, there suck I: <br />In a cowslip's bell I lie; <br />There I couch when owls do cry. <br />On the bat's back I do fly <br />After summer merrily: <br /> Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, <br /> Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fairy-land-iv/
