The story of little Toddy Bright Day

As children, he says, we love to play

Then hide and seek, shall be the game

No slipping and sliding to make us lame

May be in the corn-field or into the hay

Unless at grand-ma’s while there we stay

Or else, like in the park, if there we stray

Says Toddy Bright Day to little Johnny Clay

Talking and laughing, trotting along the way

Suddenly comes the rain, spoiling the day

Around they’ve turned to go back home

In case, on the way, sun hides its face

They feared, of not finding the place

Not a good day, for Toddy and Johnny

The rain’s washing out their day to play

No hiding or seeking says the rain today

Plus lightning and thundering, it rained

That’s the story of Toddy Bright Day

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