Purple rain drops,
Falling from the green clouds,
Splashing to the yellow grounds,
Rolling to the black streams,
Emptying into the pink seas,
Greeting all the red fish,
Who are making a golden wish,
Wishing on the teal stars,
That zoom past orange mars,
Which circles the silver sun,
In which the fuchsia kids have fun,
Until they go to their white houses,
Where they sleep like quite brown mouses.
