The Umbrella Boy

So as I walked down the street

There came along a little boy

A little boy with his little pink umbrella

Peering up at me with a smile

From behind his umbrella, he said,

'Sir, will you tell me a story?'

So I looked down into his eyes

And said, 'Look around you, little boy.

And there are all the stories you will ever need,'

And he trotted away,

With his pink umbrella,

Reading all the stories around him

And he was smiling for the rest of his life