Fly close, hummingbird
Let me see your wings
Tell me of your food of choice
Tell me of sweet things

Fly low, hummingbird
For if you fly too high
Your wings of waxy origin
Bequeathed thee might make you die

Fly round, hummingbird
Please circle round my head
And only land upon my shoulder
If I'm soon to be dead

So fly close, hummingbird
Let me see your wings
And tell me all your secrets
So I may join the cloudy kings