Oh, where do you come from!
You, little drops of rain, Pitter, patter, pitter, patter,
Down the window-pane! They won’t let me walk,
And they won’t let me play, And they won’t let me go,
Out of doors all day! They put away my playthings,
Because I broke them all, And they locked up all my books,
And took away my ball! Tell me little rain drops,
Is that the way you play, Pitter, patter, pitter, patter,
All the rainy day! They say I’m very naughty,
But I’ve nothing else to do, But sit here at the window,
I should like to play with you. The little rain drops cannot speak,
But “Pitter, patter, pat,” Means, “We can play on this side,”
Why can’t you play on that!