When the rain comes tumbling down <br />In the country or the town, <br />All good little girls and boys <br />Stay at home and mind their toys. <br />Robert thought, 'No, when it pours, <br />It is better out of doors.' <br />Rain it did, and in a minute <br />Bob was in it. <br />Here you see him, silly fellow, <br />Underneath his red umbrella. <br /> <br />What a wind! oh! how it whistles <br />Through the trees and flowers and thistles! <br />It has caught his red umbrella: <br />Now look at him, silly fellow— <br />Up he flies <br />To the skies. <br />No one heard his screams and cries; <br />Through the clouds the rude wind bore him, <br />And his hat flew on before him. <br /> <br />Soon they got to such a height, <br />They were nearly out of sight. <br />And the hat went up so high, <br />That it nearly touched the sky. <br />No one ever yet could tell <br />Where they stopped, or where they fell: <br />Only this one thing is plain, <br />Bob was never seen again!<br /><br />Heinrich Hoffmann<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-story-of-flying-robert/
