“We Needa Da Rain”

I called on Andoni,

      My barber this day;

He said, “Gooda morning,”

      His usual way.

I railed at the weather,

      As most mortals do;

Because it was raining,

      And felt very blue.

“My friend,” said Andoni,

      “Excusa me please;

You maka meestake sir,

      For growla at dees.

Eet ees spreeng een da country,

      What for you complain?

Cheer up, meester  Joka,

      We needa da rain.”

“Da bird he don’t growla,

      He seeng in da tree;

Da grass an’ da floers,

      Dey glad as can be.

Da farmer ees happy,

      Eet’s good for hees grain,

Cheer up, meester Joka,

      We needa da rain.

I thanked good Andoni,

      Philosopher he;

Spread deeper and broader

      This lesson might be.

We challenge all sorrow,

      And grumble at pain;

Perhaps like the flowers,

      We “needa da rain.”

May 4, ‘10