Dancing, prancing in the rain

On a Spring's day

Never in vain.

In the middle of a bed of flowers

There I am in the rain.

The rain becomes a shower

It hasn't been an hour.

Now my mother calls me in for dinner,

Now the rain is becoming thinner,

The hour passes

It's still pouring

Being inside is just plain boring.

I run out again

And there I am

Dancing, prancing in the rain