I like to sit and think and stare
At that spot, on the wall over there
As I listen to the pitter-patter
And wonder if anything really matters?
Fancy a game of shoots and ladders?
Up and at them, let's get at 'er.

The rain outside is pouring down
And slowly lifting is this frown
I love the pitter patter sound
And the mud it makes as it hits the ground
I joyfully go out in it and dance around
There is just no better feeling to be found