Gabriel Setoun

Who Likes the Rain?

"I," said the duck. "I call it fun, For I have my pretty red rubbers on; They make a little three-toed track, In the soft, cool mud,—quack! quack!"

"I!" cried the dandelion, "I! My roots are thirsty, my buds are dry." And she lifted a towsled yellow head Out of her green and grassy bed.

"I hope 'twill pour! I hope 'twill pour!" Purred the tree-toad at his gray bark door, "For, with a broad leaf for a roof, I am perfectly weather-proof."

Sang the brook: "I laugh at every drop, And wish they never need to stop Till a big, big river I grew to be, And could find my way to the sea."

"I," shouted Ted, "for I can run, With my high-top boots and rain-coat on, Through every puddle and runlet and pool I find on the road to school."