WHERE THE BEE SUCKS - Anne Bradstreet Poems

 
 

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

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