Phone Call To Gwammy Bout the Wain

Ello, Gwammy, Yea, saw the wain, Gwammy, Big dwops fallin’ on the soil. Dwopped fwom clouds. Aunt Jan was angwy. Said I get wet. But I took her bwolly, The one with the paint on it. Big bwolly so I no get wet. Went on the bench to see better. The soil got wet. Aunt Jan called me, But I want to see the gwass gwo. The wain will make the gwass gwo And I can play there. But it gwo a lot, only Can’t play in gwass. Much wain. From the bench I saw lovely colows. Aunt Jan said it’s a wainbow. Don’t know. But you know, Gwammy, I saw mamma on the wainbow. She smiled and sent me a kiss. I want to see the wainbow again. But no wain now. When you come Bwing me cake with a hole. I lowe it. I lowe you too, gwammy. Must go. Bye, Gwammy.