Over hill,over dale,
Thorough bush,thorough brier,
Over park,over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough 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 pensioner's be;
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies,fairy favours;
In those freckles, life be saviours;
I must go seek some dew drops here
And hang a pearl in every cowslpi's ear.
BY: WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
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