Queen Mab - Becca Stevens

The cover of the wings of grasshoppers

The traces of the smallest spider’s web

The collars of the moonshine’s watery beams

Ooh

The cover of the wings of grasshoppers

The traces of the smallest spider’s web

The collars of the moonshine’s watery beams

Ooh

The cover of the wings of grasshoppers

The traces of the smallest spider’s web

The collars of the moonshine’s watery beams

Ooh

The cover of the wings of grasshoppers

The traces of the smallest spider’s web

The collars of the moonshine’s watery beams

O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you

She is the fairies' midwife and she comes in shape no bigger than an agate-stone

On the forefinger of an alderman

Drawn with a team of little atomies

Athwart men’s noses as they lie asleep

Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners' legs

The cover of the wings of grasshoppers

The traces of the smallest spider’s web

The collars of the moonshine’s watery beams

Ooh

The cover of the wings of grasshoppers

The traces of the smallest spider’s web

The collars of the moonshine’s watery beams

Ooh

Her whip of a cricket’s bone, the lash of film

Her wagoner a small grey coated gnat

Not so big as a round little worm

Prick’d from the lazy finger of a maid

Her chariot is an empty hazelnut

Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub

Time out o' mind the fairies' coach-makers

And in this state she… (gallops night by night) night by night

Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love

They dream

They dream

They dream of love

Ooh

The cover of wings of grasshoppers

The traces of the smallest spider’s web

The collars of the moonshine’s wat’ry beams

Ooh

The cover of wings of grasshoppers

The traces of the smallest spider’s web

The collars of the moonshine’s wat’ry beams

Ooh

Over courtiers' knees, that dream of court’sies straight

Over lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees

Over lady’s lips, who straight on kisses dream

Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues

Because of their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are…

O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you

She is the fairies' midwife and she comes in shape no bigger than an agate-stone

On the forefinger of an alderman

Drawn with a team of little atomies of Athwart men’s noses as they lies asleep