Y+W: It's raining; It's pouring
Don't sing a song that's boring...
Dot: There's a plain up in Maine
Where there're tiny drops of rain
Forming ripples in a puddle that they make
And that puddle grows beyond
Into something called a pond
Spreading outward 'til it turns into a lake
When that lake springs a leak
Then it forms a little creek
Which goes rushing down and turns into a stream
And the water keeps on flowing
So that trees can keep on growing
In a pattern that is showing nature's scheme
And every flower, every weed
Get the water that they need
From that little tiny stream which trickles by
Y+W: And in the swamp it picks up germs
From bacteria and worms
And if you drink it you'll get really sick and die
Dot: Hey, this is my song!
Don't sing a song that's boring...
Dot: There's a plain up in Maine
Where there're tiny drops of rain
Forming ripples in a puddle that they make
And that puddle grows beyond
Into something called a pond
Spreading outward 'til it turns into a lake
When that lake springs a leak
Then it forms a little creek
Which goes rushing down and turns into a stream
And the water keeps on flowing
So that trees can keep on growing
In a pattern that is showing nature's scheme
And every flower, every weed
Get the water that they need
From that little tiny stream which trickles by
Y+W: And in the swamp it picks up germs
From bacteria and worms
And if you drink it you'll get really sick and die
Dot: Hey, this is my song!
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