Tip tap,

rain on blue water.

Drip drop,

a tear on the river bed.

Sing song,

a bird on a nearby tree.

Thud- tromp,

a little girl fallen there.

Crick crack,

leg twisted underneath .

                         She cries, she cries,

                                                little tunes to the songbird,

"Won't you, won't you dark scraggly songbird, sing my tune, my tune to the whole wide world?"

 

 

Snip snap,

the raven flies up and away.

Splish splash,

the water gets ripples.

Croak caw,

the tree is bare.

Swish swoosh,

the little girl is left alone.

Zip zap,

the raven is there.

                       

                        She cries, she cries,

                                                the raven crows back,

"Don't you, don't you small little girl, sing my tune, my tune to the whole wide world?"