Butterfly.—But you can buzz to him. A poor butterfly cannot even buzz. See, he comes near!
Jimmy.—That is not a giant: that is only a boy.
Butterfly.—Oh, it is a giant! Won’t you, won’t you, buzz to him?
Jimmy.—What shall I buzz to him?
Butterfly.—Buzz that I want to live; that I long to live.
Jimmy.—What shall I buzz that you want to live for?
Butterfly.—To rock in the lily-bells.
Jimmy.—What else?
Butterfly.—To float up and down, up and down, all the summer-day.
Jimmy.—What else?