32
THERE
She was all alone on the top of everything and she was sitting there and she could sing.
This was the song she sang,
It began.
Here I am.
When I wish a dish
I wish a dish of ham.
When I wish a little wish
I wish that I was where I am.
She stopped and sat awhile not that she ever got up, she was so pleased with sitting she just sat.
When I see I saw I can
I can see what I saw I saw where I am sitting.
Yes I am sitting.
She sighed a little.
Yes I can see I am sitting.
She sighed again.
Yes I can.
Once when five apples were red,
They never were it was my head.
No said she no it was not my head it was my bed.
So she began again.
Once when apples were red
When all is said when all is said
Are apples red
Or is it said that I know which which I have.
She stopped to think
Rose stopped to think,
I think said Rose and she wriggled a little on her chair.
She was alone up there.
I think said Rose.
And then she began to sing.
Am I asleep or am I awake
Have I butter or have I cake,
Am I here or am I there,
Is the chair a bed or is it a chair.
Who is where.
Once more Rose began to sing.
It was getting a little dark and once more Rose began to sing.
I am Rose and who are you
I am Rose and when I sing
I am Rose like anything.
I am Rose said Rose and she began to sing.
I am Rose but I am not rosy
All alone and not very cosy
I am Rose and while I am Rose
Well well Rose is Rose.
It was a little darker.
Rose sat a little tighter on her blue chair. She really was up there. She really was.
She began to sing.
Once upon a time I knew
A chair was blue.
Once upon a time I knew whose chair was blue.
My chair was blue nobody knew but I knew I knew my chair was blue.
Rose went on singing it was getting darker. Once upon a time there was a way to stay to stay away, I did not stay away I came away I came away away away and I am here and here is there oh where oh where is there oh where. And Rose began to cry oh where where where is there. I am there oh yes I am there oh where oh where is there.
It was darker and darker and the world was rounder and rounder and the chair the blue chair was harder and harder and Rose was more there than anywhere. Oh dear yes there.
And once more Rose began to sing.
When I sing I am in a ring, and a ring is round and there is no sound and the way is white and pepper is bright and Love my dog Love he is away alright oh dear wailed Rose oh dear oh dear I never did know I would be here, and here I am all alone all night and I am in a most awful fright. Oh chair dear chair dear hard blue chair do hold me tight I’ll sit in you with all my might.
It was getting darker and darker and there was no moon, Rose never had cared about the moon but there were lots of stars and somebody had told her that stars were round, they were not stars, and so the stars were not any comfort to her and just then well just then what was it just then well it was just that it was just then.
Just then wailed Rose I wish just then had been a hen.