Say, say, oh playmate,
Come out and play with me
And bring your dollies three
Climb up my apple tree
Shout down my rain barrel
Slide down my cellar door
And we'll be jolly friends
Forever more more more more more
Sliding down the cellar door, I got that; but I never had a rain barrel.
Until today.
And this is the totally awesome spigot the STP installed in the barrel.
And here it is all set up behind the garage just waiting for rain.
"It doesn't rain here," they say.
Like maybe I haven't noticed that. They think that it must be a 'back east' thing.
"You're not from here, are you?" they say.
I don't tell them I never had a rain barrel before. Because I never needed one before. Because it rains where I am from. I don't respond to them at all, because (in my head) I'm singing the next verse.
I'm sorry, playmate
I cannot play with you
My dolly's got the flu
Boo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
"You're weird," they say. (In their head.)
I will use my rain water to water my garden. And if it doesn't rain, I will just invite my jolliest friends over and we will shout down the rain barrel. Either way, I see only good things ahead.
Forever more more more more.
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