Where the Bee Sucks

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, shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
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, shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Bee