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 . . .