PREPARE!

Bunny, bunny, smooth your fur,

Wash your little face;

Dormouse, wake you up and stir

Lest you lose your place.

Hasten, squirrel, don’t be shy—

The Queen is coming by.

Linnets, wrens, be ready, please,

With your sweetest notes,

Perch among the waiting trees,

Tune your tiny throats.

Skylark, won’t you leave the sky?

The Queen is coming by.

Goblins, stop your naughty tricks,

Hold yourselves in wait;

Witches, raise your besom sticks

For an arch of state.

Quickly, fairies, hither fly—

The Queen is coming by.

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