The Story of Flying Robert
by Heinrich Hoffman

When the rain comes tumbling down 
In the country or the town, 
All good little girls and boys 
Stay at home and mind their toys.
Robert thought, - "No, when it pours, 
It is better out of doors." 
Rain it did, and in a minute 
Bob was in it.
Here you see him, silly fellow, 
Underneath his red umbrella.

What a wind! Oh! how it whistles
Through the trees and flow'rs and thistles.
It has caught his red umbrella;
Now look at him, silly fellow,
Up he flies 
To the skies.
No one heard his screams and cries;
Through the clouds the rude wind bore him,
And his hat flew on before him.

Soon they got to such height, 
They were nearly out of sight! 
And the hat went Up so high, 
That it almost touch'd the sky.
No one ever yet could tell 
Where they stopp'd, or where they fell; 
Only this one thing is plain, 
Rob was never seen again!

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