Grandpa Pencil's Little Rhymes Where The Bee Sucks William Shakespeare

Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
In the 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.

William Shakespeare

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