A Sunshine Rainbow
Six pretty colors
Dancing on the door.
Climbing on the ceiling,
Falling on the floor.
One little boy
With his hands held high,
Tried to catch the colors.
But oh, how they did fly!
Roguish Johnny held the glass
In the morning sun.
Tommy chased the colors
As fast as he could run.
But when he put his hands up
To catch the colors bright,
John would give the glass a tip
And then they'd all take flight.
''Now get them, Tommy,'' Johnny said,
''This time I'll make them stay.''
But oh, just then there came a cloud
And stole them all away.
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