The Angel

by No Name

The angel has wings silky and white,
She is really quite a sight,
She wears a lacy white gown,
Upon her head she has a crown,
From your head she's up, not down,
Unless your head she's up, not down,
Unless you're standing on your hands I've found,
In that case she's up from your toes,
And possibly, possibly,from your nose.

But then the little angel shrieked,
And then her brother ROARED,
And then the rain tumbles down,
It pours, it pours, it pours.

THE END

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