Among The Rushes

I saw a curly leaf and it was caught against the grassy side,
And it was tangled in the watery grasses where the branch is wide;
I had it for my little ark of rushes that must wait and hide.
I had it for my little Moses hidden where no one could see,
The little baby Moses that nobody knew about but me.
And I was hiding in the flags and I was waiting all the day,
And watching on the bank to see if Pharaoh's daughter came that way.