The trumpeter Gad-fly,
Has summon’d the crew,
And the revels are now,
Only waiting for you.
On the smooth shaved grass,
By the side of a wood.
Beneath a broad oak,
Which for ages had stood.
See the children of earth,
And the tenants of air,
To an evening’s amusement,
Together repair.
And there came the Beetle,
So blind and so black,
And carried the Emmet,
His friend on his back.