hibiscus head-in a flower bed   a finger hewn-planted and sewn       oh magic in her hands-she could make anything grow   magic in her hands - she had green fingers       it's curious    where animals don't go   mandrake-rooted deep into the soil   where the sun won't fall but it flourishes   see the pretty maids all in a row       chorus       it's reaching   and groping a clammy handshake   clawing the ivy   crawling the tightrope along the lattice work   with this hand i thee wed   with this hand i thee bed   with this hand i . . .