Summer is being washed up and silly poems are here to stay.
Raindrops keep falling on my head,
Keep falling on my head.
Day after day, it is here to stay,
No yellow globe, it has gone away.
Raindrops keep falling on my head,
If this keeps up my garden is dead.
Rain’s washed June away, soon July,
Roads so flooded, cows float by.
Raindrops keep falling on my head,
Everything is moldy, even my bread.
All is damp, no summer camp,
Any more rain, my nerves will unclamp.
Raindrops keep falling on my head,
Keep falling on my head.
Frickin rain is still falling,
Arizona I hear you calling!
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