"Who Likes the Rain?"

"I," said the duck, "I call it fun,

For I have my little red rubbers on.

They make a cunning 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 her little yellow head

Out of her green and grassy bed.

"I hope 'twill pour; I hope 'twill pour,"

Croaked the tree toad from his gray bark door.

"For, with a broad leaf for a roof,

I'm always safely waterproof."