i have such a big umbrella,
but i’m such a little fella.

i look a treat with my galoshes,
a splish and splash and silly sploshes,

shielded from so many showers,
walking among rain-speckled flowers,

and now the wind blows through my hair,
blowing my brolly when i’m unaware

and turning it inside-out!
god of the skies, oh what a clout!

my poor brolly rolls end on end
that i’m sooooo wet…condemned!

o silly golly gosh, you brolly!
how you make me mad and yet…so jolly!…