When the rain comes tumbling down In the country and the town All the good little girls and boys Stay indoors and mind their toys
Robert says no when it pours It’s better out out of doors Well rain it did and in a minute Rob Rob was in it
Flying Robert Flying Robert
Well see the wind how it whistles Through the flowers and the thistles See the silly fella Underneath his green umbrella
Well it has caught caught that umbrella So up he goes the silly fella Up he goes into the skies No one hears his screams and cries
Flying Robert Flying Robert
See how the rude wind bore him And it blew his hat before him Well he’s reached such a height He is nearly out of sight
Where he where he fell No one yet can tell But one thing one thing is plain He was never seen again
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