Raining

Raining, raining,

All night long;

Sometimes loud, sometimes soft,

Just like a song.

There'll be rivers in the gutters

And lakes along the street.

It will make our lazy kitty

Wash his little dirty feet.

The roses will wear diamonds

Like kings and queens at court;

But the pansies all get muddy

Because they are so short.

I'll sail my boat to-morrow

In wonderful new places,

But first I'll take my watering-pot

And wash the pansies' faces.