Clip-Pity Clop Drip-Pity Drop

Clip-Pity Clop, Drip-Pity Drop Clip-pity clop clip-pity clop Pencil-toed I walk aloft The pavements wet and glassy grey Isolated lane for me to bestride Bloomy flowers my umbrella atop Spraying their heads at a riotous fair The rainy waters like elves in sprite Streaming down from the dark skies above Slide down my floral domey roof Encircling my every moving step Like the brandished magical wand To keep all evil at the farthermost bay Puddles before me my mirrors be Umbrella held high by cocktailed ring The skirt a-swish in another hold Two small leaps on stones for bridge The helm a-safe did bring a pride The cooing in the heart the sparkle in the eye The rainy elves rounding the clippity heels My heart walks in the rain drippity drop drppity drop Balveen Cheema August 23, 2015