"_Millery! Millery! Dousty-poll!_" &c.--I am told by a neighbour of a cruel
custom among the children in Somersetshire, who, when they have caught a
certain kind of large white moth, which they call a _miller_, chant over it
this uncouth ditty:--
"Millery! Millery! _Dousty_-poll!
How many sacks hast thou stole?"
And then, with boyish recklessness, put the poor creature to death for the
imagined misdeeds of his human namesake.