Umbrella Oh!

Umbrella - ella - ella - OH

Umbrella - OH!

 

Most take them out

When the skies are grey

To stop the rain

Soaking their Toupees.

 

My Umbrella’s

For a sunny day

To soak all of those

That pass me bay

It spits

It shoots

From its handle roots

It drenches and never ever dries.

It soaks, It soaks

All you dry folks

Like tears from a giants eyes.

 

By Joseph Coelho