
On a rainy day, what is there to do
The birds don't sing and the sky is not blue
The breeze isn't there and the sun does not shine
Why oh why must it rain this time
The swings are wet
And the slide is soaked
Now our lovely sandbox has become a pool
What oh what am I do to
Up to the dusty attic I shall go
And open a trunk where magic is shone
An old ball gown and dusty shoes
I'm now dancing with the prince of Peru
Out of the corner of my eye
Comes a horse with a cute cowboy
He grabs my hand and swings me up
My clothes are chaps and a dirty hat
From behind comes a screaming Indian
Then arrows come buzzing by
A big bright flash, now where am I
Lions, tigers and bears
Are coming from out of nowhere
The audience cheers as a man
Swings on a bar with a girl in his hand
Clowns on small bikes and in funny cars
Run around the audience, throwing stars
Dumbo comes whizzing through the air
A gust of wind and the big top disappears
The smell of my Mother's cookies
Comes rushing to my nose
Back to reality I must go
I close the trunk and lock the magic deep inside
until another day, when a friend is by my side.