Two little clouds one summer's day,
Went flying through the sky;
They went so fast they bumped their heads,
And both began to cry.
Old Father Sun looked out and said:
"Oh! never mind, my dears,
I'll send my little fairy folk
To dry your falling tears."
One fairy came in violet,
And one in indigo;
In blue, green, orange, red—
They made a pretty row.
They wiped the cloud tears all away,
And then from out the sky,
Upon a line the sunbeams made—
They hung their gowns to dry.
—Lizzie Hadley