The Eensy, Weensy Spider
author unknown
The eensy, weensy spider Climbed up the waterspout. Down came the rain
And washed the spider out. Out came the sun And dried up all the rain.
So the eensy, weensy spider Climbed up the spout again.
In summer the rains come, The grass grows up, and the deer has new
horns.
a Yaqit i Indian song
Rain
by Robert Louis Stevenson
The rain is raining all around, It falls on field and tree, It rains on
the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea.
Spring Rain
by Marchette Chute
The storm came up so very quick It couldn’t have been quicker.
I should have brought my hat along, I should have brought my slicker.
My hair is wet, my feet are wet, I couldn’t be much wetter.
I fell into a river once
But this is even better.
