"Millery! Millery! Dousty-poll!"

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.