Flying Robert

When the rain comes tumbling down
In the country or the town
All good little girls and boys
Stay at home and mind their toys
Robert thought; "No, when it pours
It's better out of doors." Rain it did
And in a minute Bob was in it;
Here you see him, silly fellow
Underneath his red umbrella!

What a wind! Oh! How it whistles
Through the trees and flowers and thistles!
Oh! It has caught his red umbrella!
Now look at him, silly fellow
Up he flies to the skies!
No one heard his screams and cries!
Through the clouds the rude wind bore him
And his hat flew on before him;
And the hat went up so high
That it really touch’d the sky

Soon they got to such a height
They were nearly out of sight
No one ever yet could tell
Where they stopp'd or where they fell
Only this one thing is plain
Bob was never seen again...