The Cloud House
by Adrian Mott
A little old man lived up in a cloud,
And he was as poor as he was proud.
When the sun came out, and the day was bright,
His dear little house was all shining white.
When evening came, and the sun went to bed,
His dear little house turned a lovely red.
When the stars came out, and they winked at him,
His dear little house was all grey and dim.
And he was as poor as he was proud.
When the sun came out, and the day was bright,
His dear little house was all shining white.
When evening came, and the sun went to bed,
His dear little house turned a lovely red.
When the stars came out, and they winked at him,
His dear little house was all grey and dim.
When the moon came out, shining soft and clear,
His dear little house looked ever so dear!
But the sun was so hot one very fine day
That the cloud and the little man melted away!
And where they melted to - no one can say!
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