In the grass o’ the bank,
by the side o’ the way,
Where your feet may stray
On your luckiest day,
There’s a sight most rare
that your eyes may see:
A beautiful orchis that looks like a bee!
A velvety bee, with a proud little elf,
Who looks like the wonderful
orchis himself—
In the grass o’ the hill,
Not often, but still
Just once in a way
On your luckiest day!