Sunday, 22 July 2007

A Poem

Rain, rain, go away,
Come again another day.
Rain, rain, go away.
Come again some other day.
Little Arthur wants to play,
In the meadow by the hay.
Rain, rain, go to Spain,
Never show your face again.
Rain, rain, pour down,
But not a drop on our town.
Rain on the green grass,
and rain on the tree,
And rain on the housetop,
but not on me.
Rain, rain, go away,
Come again on washing day.
Rain, rain, go to Germany,
And remain there permanently.
Rain, rain, go away,
Come on Martha's wedding day.

2 comments:

  1. Who's Martha, and what has she ever done to you that makes you hope it rains on her wedding day?

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  2. Who's Martha, and what has she ever done to you that makes you hope it rains on her wedding day?

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