An English Day-Book: V. A Charm Against the Bumblebee

"Avaunt from us, false bumble bee, in thy busy buzzing:

And come not here, thou crafty flea, harm not in thy huzzing.

Fly far enough, prodigious fowl, in thy bitter stinging:

Worse than screeching ugly owl, never good luck bringing.

In thy coming or thy humming, thou false bumble bee,

In thy swarming and thy harming,

If thou chance within my charming,

Exorciso te!

Beware, I say, thou little bird, of my leather flea flap:

And come not here nor hitherward, lest it reach a sound rap:

For it shall beat thy little bum – hear me pretty fellow –

And clap it thriftly if thou come, harken what I tell ye.

In nomine O Domine [sic], defend us from this drone;

And charm this hurtful honey bee, to let us here alone.

Away! Thou foul and fearful sprite and thou little devil:

I charge thee come not in our sight, for to do us evil.

Avaunt from us, [etc.]

In thy coming [etc.]

Exorciso te!"