So let's give thanks to our rain drops, that create such a mystical scene; it gives trees a chance to try a new dance, and turns all our browns to green.
Is this the guy we've been looking for, the one who's been hoarding the rain? So what do you say?, - can you start?, can you stay? Replenish our life-blood again!
\ It seems there's no way to stop her when Fashion is on her boom; for, if they don't mind, here's what fellows would find when they visit the gentleman's room.
There's something about this fresh little face, - a new leaf with budding ambition? I see a brash kid peering out through the grid, to see if there's something he's missing.
You know what it's like on overcast days, when everything's gloomy and chill, - then all of a sudden the sun breaks through? This gave me the same kind of thrill!
Me and my brothers were itching to sing, so we poured out our hearts with glee; and our voices astound, mystify all around, for who in the devil were we?
I wish I could fly like the big birds, - all that dipping and diving and soaring; I know I can't fly that far or that high, but just sitting here's pretty boring.