It often rains in our town. And, you know,
It always happens when we've planned to go
On walks or hikes, or somewhere out to play;
It's curious how it seems arranged that way!
We used to use those rainy days to pout,
And stand there at the window looking out
And wishing things about the weather—oh,
I never knew a wish to change it, though!
But now—the gladdest secret! We don't need
Our dad to tell us stories. We can read!
We've found that Fairyland is everywhere—
You open up a book and, why, you're there!