The wind asked the clouds are you coming out to play
Let's have some fun and rain havoc on this day
So out they went and darkened poor old clear blue sky
Sun looked on sadly bringing a tear drop to his eye.
They raced over hill and they raced over dale
Clouds sent down poring rain with a grin they sent down hail
Thunder boomed upon his drums, lightning flashing his forky tongue
Causing man and beast to hide take cover and run.
Poor Mrs. McGee standing at the bus stop had her skirt blown over her head
When she pulled it down again her face was crimson red
Thunder clapped lightning zapped making O'Donnell jump and start jigging
With one hand holding his trousers up the other holding his wig on.
Wind howled like a banshee blowing the old cock off the steeple
Making a hole in the roof drenching vicar, choir and people
Tormenting ships at sea lightning slashing at masts, sails and rigging
Sailors one and all crying this is the end and rum they started swigging
Moon woke up with a start putting him in a foul mood
To be woken up with such a racket and din was just darn right rude
Sun said enough is enough and burned the clouds away
Wind sulked off howling and moaning there was no one left to play.