Keep close—we’ll crowd the closer,

The harder it shall pour;

’Tis seldom one umbrella

Is called to shelter four;

But ours is large and generous,

And has a heart for more.

Yet faster, and yet faster,

The pelting sheets arrive,

And our one good umbrella

Is bound to shelter five,

For we are packed as snugly

As bees within a hive.

Now let it come in torrents—

We’re snug as snug can be;

What cares our brave umbrella

For five, or four, or three?

On every side ’tis shedding

The rain in careless glee.

The clouds are very leaky,

The bottom must be out,

But, with our good umbrella,

We have no fear nor doubt,

Though every stick above us

Rains like a tiny spout.

Heigho! ’tis coming faster,

The bottles sure have burst;

But hark! the brave umbrella

Says, "Clouds, do now your worst,

If you would wet these children,

You must destroy me first."

They must have thrown wide open

The windows of the sky;

But, with our good umbrella,

I think we’ll get home dry;

Or, if we do get sprinkled,

We’ll neither fret nor cry.

Step lightly, bonnie sister,

Keep close, sweet little pet,

With such a brave umbrella,

We shall not be much wet;

But Prink will have a drenching,

On that I’ll make a bet.

How like a river torrent

It pours along the street!

Prink cares not for umbrellas,

To him a bath’s a treat,

And our good India-rubbers

Are umbrellas for our feet.

What’s that you say, dear Nellie?

’Tis dropping on your arm?

Indeed, our kind umbrella

Didn’t mean you any harm;

And soon the good snug parlor

Will make all dry and warm.

Ha! ha! the wind is rising,

But we are almost there.

What if our good umbrella

Should fly away in air!

Run, Prink, and say we’re coming,

And open the gate—do you hear!