Mrs Raindrop and Mr Sun
Mrs. Raindrop cowers on the green leaf
Oh,the sun fills her with so much grief
Mr Sun will turn her to a puny old vapor
"Please, not now!" she cries, "Wait 'till later!"
For Mrs. Raindrop sincerely hates heights,
But soon she'll fly, right to her frights
Then she'll hold dearly to the cloud
But then she falls, falls to the ground.
Again and again and again