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On the horizon
the clouds are moving;
Poised to pour down from the heavens |
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Yet something strange,
it seems,
is happening to the rain
that comes downward falling |
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Delicious flavour seems
to linger -
"Quite a feat," admits the stranger |
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"I can make it taste
of fish
or any other food I wish" |
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The friends
admire the man's invention and fail to see such intervention |
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The mast
that pumps out the liquid flavour needs attention to the sprayer |
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Rupert now must climb
the tower
And fix the leak within the hour |
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The birds that guard
the
hollow skies have vowed to
cause the man's demise |
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They sleep as it snows
in the night
When they wake they know that
something isn't right |
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Podgy tests the fruit-flavoured
snow
But Rupert knows there's
one more place to go |
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All the birds have
vanished from the woods
He finds a guide to show him
where they hide |
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The flavoured
rain has stolen their supply;
They seek revenge and soar upon the wind
across the sky |
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Rupert knows the flavours
have to
die, now Rupert knows the
flavours have to die |
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The feathered
frenzy will end the tests and put the troubled birds at rest |
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They make
their way towards the mast to rectify the rain at last |
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And promise to be true
to science
And work with nature in complete compliance |
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We should
leave well alone |