IT RAINED IN THE NIGHT

It rained in the night
there are pears on the ground.
Prostrate as abbesses
the cabbages lie round.

From, the bird at the window
there's all this to be heard.
Out here in the country
our newspaper's the bird.

Goodbye to worries!
Let's leave the lazy bed.
Rain has washed life as clean
as a cabbage-head.