Oh, the little drop of rain
Slid across the window pane
And bumped into her brother.

Said the little drop of rain
To her brother Frankie Maine,
“Please, have you seen our mother?”

Said Frankie Maine
to his sister Sweet Refrain,
“Mother, like no other,
Is in the cloud.”

And they slipped
And they dripped
Into my palm,
As I heard the thunder
Loud.

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