‘TIS THE CLOUDS.

I love the rain.

Those little clouds went out,
Those little clouds went out last night,
Those naughty clouds made fools,
Those naughty clouds made fools of selves,

When you and I rose,
When you and I from bed rose,
The grassy lawns and soils were wet,
The grassy lawns and soils were soiled and wet,

And when to bed they went,
And when to bed they went to sleep,
They went,
They went to sleep.
Those naughty clouds couldn’t sleep,
Those naughty clouds couldn’t sleep at all,
Couldn’t sleep,
Couldn’t sleep at all.

Their bladders full they had to,
Their bladders full they had to go,
They had to,
They had to go.
They wet themselves,
They wet themselves and soiled they clothes,
Wet themselves,
Wet themselves and soiled their clothes.

When you and I rose,
When you and I from bed rose,
We rose,
We from bed rose,
The grassy lawns and soils were wet,
The grassy lawns and soils were soiled and wet,
They were wet,
They were soiled and wet.

06.12.19