Come from the vermin of the wood.
The owls hollow, the children scare,
Thus he tells when the rain is near.
If you kill the snake and hang it up,
You will find this is good luck;
And this will always bring the rain
To people who are not profane.
The gnats bite and I scratch in vain,
Because they know it is going to rain.
The cat, with her silken paws,