DONT RAIN ON MY PARADE
The wind is a howling|
It's blown my fence down,
Autumn leaves in the guttering
And the garden is wearing a gown.
Of red, gold, yellow and brown
A facinating colourful sight,
A season of creative pictures
A magical wonder of delight.
As I watch nature from my window
The rain tips down in force,
Then I realise my new car is getting wet
That Mr rain has got some sauce.
How could you do this to me?
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dearie me,
I cleaned and polished it an hour ago
I was going to put it in the garage after tea.
It's rather spiteful of you Mr rain
You know me I never complain,
But this is just too much
Raining on my car what is your game?
I'm sorry Tony said Mr rain
I got some wrong instructions today,
They said rain on Tony's garden and car,
Because they need it while he's away.
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