# Sing-Song: Under the Ivy Bush

- Source: Sing-Song (sing-song.gutenberg.org), Public domain, Christina Rossetti, pictures by Arthur Hughes, 1872, via Project Gutenberg
- Reading level: Ages 4 to 6
- Subjects: Poems, Animals, Music
- Topics: bush, head, mouse, sing, tell, tolling
- Length: 308 words, about 2 min
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Under the ivy bush  
One sits sighing,  
And under the willow tree  
One sits crying:—

## Under the ivy bush

Under the ivy bush  
Cease from your sighing,  
But under the willow tree  
Lie down a-dying.

## I am a King

I am a King,  
Or an Emperor rather,  
I wear crown-imperial  
And prince’s-feather;  
Golden-rod is the sceptre  
I wield and wag,  
And a broad purple flag-flower  
Waves for my flag.

## Elder the pithy

Elder the pithy  
With old-man and sage,  
These are my councillors  
Green in old age;  
Lords-and-ladies in silence  
Stand round me and wait,  
While gay ragged-robin  
Makes bows at my gate.

## There is one that has a head without an eye

There is one that has a head without an eye,  
And there’s one that has an eye without a head:  
You may find the answer if you try;  
And when all is said,  
Half the answer hangs upon a thread!

## If a mouse could fly

If a mouse could fly,  
Or if a crow could swim,  
Or if a sprat could walk and talk,  
I’d like to be like him.

If a mouse could fly,  
He might fly away;  
Or if a crow could swim,  
It might turn him grey;  
Or if a sprat could walk and talk,  
What would he find to say?

## Sing me a song—

Sing me a song—  
What shall I sing?—  
Three merry sisters  
Dancing in a ring,  
Light and fleet upon their feet  
As birds upon the wing.

## Tell me a tale—

Tell me a tale—  
What shall I tell?—  
Two mournful sisters,  
And a tolling knell,  
Tolling ding and tolling dong,  
Ding dong bell.

## The lily has an air

The lily has an air,  
And the snowdrop a grace,  
And the sweetpea a way,  
And the heartsease a face,—  
Yet there’s nothing like the rose  
When she blows.

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## Picture credits

- Arthur Hughes, Public domain (<https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/76703/pg76703-images.html>)
- Arthur Hughes, Public domain (<https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/76703/pg76703-images.html>)
- Arthur Hughes, Public domain (<https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/76703/pg76703-images.html>)
- Arthur Hughes, Public domain (<https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/76703/pg76703-images.html>)
- Arthur Hughes, Public domain (<https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/76703/pg76703-images.html>)
