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Hop, and Mop, and Drap so clear,Pip, and Trip, and Skip, that wereTo Mab, their sovereign [most] dear, Her special maids of honour;Fib, and Tib, and Pink, and Pin,Tick, and Quick, and Jil, and Jin,Tit, and Nit, and Wap, and Win, The train that wait upon her.
Upon a grasshopper they got,And, what with amble and with trot,For hedge 'or' ditch they spared not, But after her they hye them.A cobweb over them they throw,To shield the wind if it should blow,Themselves they wisely could bestow, Lest any should espy them.
But let us leave queen Mab a while,Through many a gate, o'er many a stile,That now had gotten by this wile, Her dear Pigwiggen kissing;And tell how Oberon doth fareWho grew as mad as any hare,When he had sought each place with care, And found his queen was missing.
