  Oh, what shall we do for the Lovely This rainy, rainy day? Oh! how shall we make the baby laugh, When everything's dull and gray? The sun has gone on a picnic, The moon has gone to bed, The tiresome sky does nothing but cry, As if its best friend were dead. Come hither, come hither, my Sunbeams! Come one, and two, and three; And now in a trice we'll have the room As sunny as sunny can be. Come, dimpling, dimpling Dumpling, Come, Rosy, Posy Rose, Come, little boy Billy a-toddling round On little fat tottering toes. Now twinkle, now twinkle, my Sunbeams! Now twinkle and laugh and dance, And brush me the gloom straight out of the room, Nor leave it the ghost of a chance. Aha! see the Lovely smile now! Aha! see her jump and crow! As round and round, with laugh and dance, My three merry Sunbeams go. And who cares now for the raindrops? Who cares for the gloomy day, When each little heart is doing its part To make us all glad and gay? You moon, you may stay in bed now; You sun, you may wander and roam; And cry away, cry, you tiresome sky! We've plenty of sunshine at home! |
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