To the great brown house, where the flowers dwell,
Came the rain with its tap, tap, tap!
And whispered, "Violet, Snowdrop, Rose,
Your pretty eyes you must now unclose
From your long, long wintry nap!"
Said the rain with its tap, tap, tap!
From the doors they peeped with a timid grace,
Just to answer this tap, tap, tap!
Miss Snowdrop curtsied a sweet "Good-day,"
Then all came nodding their heads so gay,
And they said, "We've had our nap!
Thank you, rain, for your tap, tap, tap!"