It's raining, it's pouring;
The old man is snoring.
He went to bed and he
Bumped his head
And he couldn't get up in the morning.
It's snowing, it's blowing
The old man is growing
He ate so much one day for lunch
Every part of him was showing.
It warm out and sunny
The old man loves honey
He tried to seize
A batch from the bee's
And they didn't find it funny.
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