Under the Tree

by Elizabeth Madox Roberts

He shivered a little under his skin,

And then he shut his eyeballs in.

Even after the rain had begun to hush

It kept on raining up in the bush.

One big flat drop came sliding down,

And a ladybug that was red and brown

Was up on a little stem waiting there,

And I got some rain in my hair.

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