Ivy, Sing Ivy Testo

Between salt water and salt sea sand
And a bunch of green holly and ivy

I plowed it all under with an old rams horn
I sowed it all over with nettles and corn

I scythed it well with the brim of my hat
I carted it to mill with a team of great rats

I stored it well in the wee pigs sty
With all these riches, what'll I buy?