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Little RainDrops
Oh, where do you come from,
You little drops of rain,
Pitter- patter, pitter- patter,
Down the window-pane?
They won't let me walk,
They won't let me play,
And they won't let me go
Out of doors at all to day.
They put away my playthings
Because I broke them all,
And then they locked up all my bricks,
And took away my ball.
Tell me little raindrops,
Is that the way you play ,
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter,
All the rainy day?
They say I'm very naughty,
But I've nothing else to do
But sit here at the window;
I should like to play with you.
The little raindrops cannot speak,
But pitter-patter pat
Means "We can play on this side:
Why can't you play on that?" |
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