Two little clouds went drifting by
one bright and sunny day.
When all at once they bumped their heads,
and they began to cry.

Old father sun looked down and said,
now don't you fret my dears.
I'll send my little ferry folk
to dry your falling tears.

One ferry came in violet
and one in indigo,
blue, green and yellow, orange red,
they made a pretty row.

They dried up all the tears away,
then far out in the sky,
upon a line the sunbeams made,
they hung their gowns to dry.

{ A little rainbow song my mother
used to sing to me when I was a
little boy. } Lenard W. Eccles