It's not a bit windy,
It's not a bit wet,
the sky is as sunny
As summer, and yet
Little umbrellas are
Everywhere spread
Pink ones, and Brown ones
and orange, and red
I can't see the folks
Who are hidden below;
I've peeped, and I've peeped
Round the edges, but no!
They hold thier umbrellas
So tight and so close
That nothing shows under,
Not even a nose!
