Sharon 5-H-25 FPE

AFTER THE RAIN

T'was in that merry month called May I recall how hard it rained that day I was a child, a child of five

Blonde and strong and clear blue-eyed.

Out after the rain went I to play

To romp in the sun's bright warming ray Chanced I to meet small Suzy O'Toole

Five years and freckles and nobody's fool.

A pert little Miss; my next door neighbor "Come Johnny boy, I need a favor" She smiled so sweetly I could not resist I could not refuse; I had to assist.

"Rescue my dolly, please Johnny," she cried Dolly had fallen in a stream so wide Caught on a rock in the midst of the deep “I'll do it," said I and prepared to leap.

The doll was rescued, brought safe to shore Alas for me, I was wet to the core And stumbling, I'd fallen into the dirt

Covered with mud were my pants and shirt.

Suzy O'Toole said not thanks not a word Only her laughing giggles were heard

"How funny you clumsy boy," she said And off home I ran with face of red.

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