A big blue umbrella torn
Paraded the slushy street
A little girl holding on
To her father's little finger
Was enclosed beneath.
Mud on the rose frocked knees
But the little girl was immersed
In the tale of the moustached king
With jesters and his candy laden trees.
Million points of water peeped in
To listen to the story
And gave the accompanying sounds
Amidst thunder and lightning
For the king's anger and victory.
Thus enraptured,the tall and short pair
Walked in the umbrella's lair
As one big bubble of water-proof warmth.