The Mulberry Bush

It is only children who really know Where the magical dark-red mulberries grow, And they find them whatever place they go!

Hand locked in hand, and all free from care They dance in a ring, with wild wind-blown hair, Round an unseen bush, that they know is there.

For I saw them only the other day— On a city street where the dust was grey, Singing and singing and dancing away!—

And although it was twilight there before, Tired eyes watching from window and door Saw the dawn, and a fairy bush once more.

"Here we go 'round the Mulberry bush— The Mulberry bush—the Mulberry bush— Here we go 'round the Mulberry bush So early in the morning!"