Poison Ivy (Don't Touch!)

1, 2, 1, 2, 3

Oh, leaves of three, just let them be

Leaves of three, just let them be

Oh, you better not touch, don't touch poison ivy

If you don't want to be very itchy

Then if you see those leaves of three

Oh, you better not touch, don't touch poison ivy

Well tell your little sister, darling

Don't touch that plant

And tell your little brother, bro

No you just can't

You can't touch that plant

Or you will rant and rave with itchiness

Itchiness not happiness

You do not want to feel like this

So take a tip from me

If you should see

Oily leaves of three

Just let them be

Don't touch poison ivy (Bum bum barree dum bum)

Don't touch poison ivy (Bum bum barree dum bum)

Don't touch poison ivy (Bum bum barree dum bum)

Don't touch poison ivy

No, no, no!

My name is Poison Ivy and I'll grow below your knees

And the clusters of my leaflets always grow in groups of threes

Light green in the springtime, dark green in July

Red by mid-September, friends call me P.I

My leaves are very shiny from the oil I produce

They call it your uroshiol, it's an itchy kind of juice

That's all the clues I'm giving, now it's up to you

Believe me, when you see me, please remember what to do

Tell your little sister, darling

Don't touch that plant (Hands off!)

Tell your little brother, bro

No, you just can't

You can't touch that plant

Don't touch poison ivy (Bum bum barree dum bum)

Don't touch poison ivy (Bum bum barree dum bum)

Don't touch poison ivy (Bum bum barree dum bum)

Don't touch poison ivy

A-just don't touch that plaaaaant