Classic Poem

Sliding down the banisters,
The day it rained all day,
We played at flying fairies
Coming down a rainbow ray.
I slit my frock a little bit,
And Billy tore the mat—
But fairies aren't particular
About such things as that.

Sliding down the banisters
The day it rained all day,
We played at sailing aeroplanes
To countries miles away.
I hurt my hand a little bit,
And Billy bumped his nose,
But airmen take no notice,
Of such little things as those.

Sliding down the banisters
The day it rained all day,
We played at swings and switchbacks
Like they have Olympia way.
Then folks came in, all wet and cross,
And made us stop our play.
But oh, we did enjoy ourselves
The day it rained all day.