What if it rains
Whoopsie is a topsy turvy murvy lurvy swervy kind of gal
I stopped by her teacup house yesterday because I am her pal
What if it rains? I asked her, what do you do then, my friend?
It never rains in the kitchen she said and curtsied with a bend.
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