my father said don't play with fire

And my mother said not in the rain

But my sister told me they were liars

And that parents just liked to complain

So I went out and jumped in the puddles

And I got myself all soaking wet

And I came inside looking like death had warmed over

My mother said "where have you been"

I told her that water was water

And I will play in it all that I want

She said that I had every right to

Just be sure that I dry myself off

But the rain soon became sort of tiresome

And the fire was tempting me more

As I stood in my soaking golashes

Looking at the firelight through the door

So slowly I slipped in the house

My clothes sticking straight to my skin

I knelt down in front of the fire

And started to reach my hand in

Just when it started to burn just a little

I was pulled by the scruff of my neck

As I realized that i was probably in trouble

My father, said "where have you been"

It took me a moment to gather my voice

And to find the words with which to speak

As I sat on the floor feeling sorry for myself

Picking at the holes in my jeans

I said water would always be water

It's cold and it's hot and it's wet

But the fire was something to fear altogether

And I think that I liked the rain best