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In the Rain

Dancing, prancing in the rain,
On a beautiful spring’s day that is never in vain.
In the middle of the bed of flowers,
There I am in the rain.

The rain becomes a shower,
I have been out for an hour,
Now my mother calls me in for dinner,
For the rain is getting thinner.

The rain is still pouring,
Being inside is just plain boring.
My mother lets me out again,
And there I am,
Dancing, prancing in the rain.





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