“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.”
~ Shakespeare ~ The Tempest
And I had all the time I had logged this as one that Puck sang in a Midsummer Night’s Dream rather than the tempestuous Ariel.