by William Shakespeare
Over hill, over dale
Through bush, through brier,
Over park, over vale.
Through flood, through fire!
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere
And I serve the Fairy Queen
To dew her orbs upon the green,
The cowslips tall her pensioners be,
In their gold coats spots you see,
These be rubies, fairy favours,
In those freckles live their savours,
I must go, seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Robin's Nest 