I woke up in the morning, already bleary,
Then peered at the window, rather teary.
Rain pattered against the window pane; it was very blurry.
I got up and dressed in a hurry.
Pit-patter pit-patter,
This is the worst day,
With my sister here,
She will not listen to what I say!
And down in the country, Old Jack Belay,
He is rather sad, the rain wet his prized hay.
The mayor too, is not in a good state,
For the meeting in town hall, the rain made him late!
Pit-patter pit-patter,
What a horrible day!