Our apartment complex's little garden devouring the rain drops.
This little guy was so happy too! What we sang when the rain was here:It's raining, it's pouring;
The old man is snoring.
He went to bed and he
Bumped his head
And he couldn't get up in the morning.
The old man is snoring.
He went to bed and he
Bumped his head
And he couldn't get up in the morning.
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