A little red umbrella, crosses the street
Splish splash splish she goes “one, two, three”
A fragile piece of crimson on a cold gray sheet
This little girl of twenty-three, is finally free
A little red umbrella, spinning in the rain
Drip drip drip she forgets a childish instruction
The grays on either bank didn’t refrain
This little girl of twenty-three, singing to her destruction
A little red umbrella, it happens so quickly
Scream screech shriek she shatters a screen
Crimson spills over ebony, ever so slowly
This little girl of twenty-three, harbors no spleen
A little red umbrella, collects the tearing cloud
Splish splash splish they come and surround her now
Their voices echo with a terrible glow, so proud
Of this little girl of twenty-three, as she takes a final bow.
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