It's Raining, It's Pouring. The Old Man is Snoring...

And the rain, rain, rain

Came down, down, down

A rushing, rising, rivulet

Til the river crept out of its bed

And crept right into Piglet’s.

 

Poor Piglet he was frightened,

With quit a rightful fright!

And so in desperation,

A message he did write.

 

He placed it in a bottle

And it floated out of sight.

And the rain, rain, rain

Came down, down, down

So Piglet started bailing.

 

He was unaware, atop his chair

While bailing he was sailing

And the rain, rain, rain

Came down, down, down

And the flood rose up all over!

 

Pooh too was caught,

And so he thought

“I must rescue my supper”

Ten honey pots he rescued

Enough to see him through.

 

But as he sopped up his supper,

The river sopped up Pooh.

And the water twirled and tossed him

In a honey pot!

 

When the rain, rain, rain

Came down, down, down...

 

When the rain, rain, rain

Came down, down, down...

 

When the rain, rain, rain

Came down, down, down...