How can you hate the rain when it irrigates the crops?

Ode to my friends and the rain...

It's raining, it's pouring.
The old man is snoring.
Went to bed, bumped his head.
Couldn't get up in the morning.

The score was 6-nothing.
The cooties were ahead.
The bedbugs hit a home run
And knocked him out of bed

The Indian's rubber beefsteak, 
the discontented cheese
The weinie did a flip-flop 
into the pot of peas.

Hold tight.  Hold tight.  Hold tight, hold tight.
Want some seafood mama?
Shrimpers and rice-
They're very nice.

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