Rain, rain, go away
Why'd you ruin my special day?
I'm not going to Woman Song
It'll be raining there all day long.
Driving 300 miles in heavy showers
Is not a fun way to spend my hours.
Artists, vendors, I feel your pain,
And singers hate "singin' in the rain"!
I wanted to be a Woman Wild
Now I'm just a pouting child.
The radar screen is totally green
But I am blue - get what I mean?
It'll be cold too - only 60 degrees;
I'll need hot soup and an afghan, please.
You can tell that I'm depressed;
The dogs are all muddy - what a mess.
It's ruining Bismarck's Powwow too;
That's Mother Nature, what can you do?
It'll rain on the Natives' pretty parade
And the beautiful costumes that they made.
I guess it's time to end this drivel,
Before it makes your poor head swivel.
I think I'll just go back to bed
And pull the covers up over my head.