When rain comes out do fairies hide
Under their mushroom tops
Or do they feast in merriment
Amidst the falling drops
Do naiads leave their rivers dear
And go amidst the trees
To see what all the fey and folk
Have done in their parties
Does Pan go marching through the woods
And play upon his flute
A tune that fits the mud and wet
Which wat’ry day doth suit
Do people miss out on the joy
By keeping to house floors
While fairy mirth’s beyond the dry
And in the great outdoors?