ARIEL
Where the bee sucks,
There I suck.
In the cowslip’s bell, I lie.
Should the thorn sting,
Still I sing:
Where the bee sucks, there suck I.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
O, summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
Thou art more lovely and more temperate,
And thy eternal summer shall not fade
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And every fair from fair sometime decli-yai-yai-yaines
ARIEL
ROYALS
Where the bee sucks
The bee sucks
There I suck
I suck
In the cowslip’s bell I lie
Among the flowers
We’re buzzin’ round for hours
Should the thorn sting
The thorn sting
Still I sing
I sing
Where the bee sucks
ARIEL / ROYALS
There suck I
ARIEL / SPIRITS
O Mistess Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockle shells
And maids all in a row
The question is to bee or not to bee,
But who really know-wo-wo-wows?
ARIEL
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
All together now!
SPIRITS
ROYALS
Where the bee sucks
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
The bee sucks
There I suck
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
I suck
In the cowslip’s bell I lie
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
We’re all in pollen
Just look how far we’ve fallen
Should the thorn sting
O, summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
The thorn sting
Still I sing
Thou art more lovely and more temperate,
I sing
Where the bee sucks
And thy eternal summer shall not fade
There suck I
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O Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
With silver bells and cockle shells
And maids all in a row
The question is to bee or not to bee,
But who really know-wo-wo-wows?
And every fair from fair sometime decli-yai-yai-yaines
ARIEL
But long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
