Holding it over him,
Gayly he flew.
Soon he was safe home,
Dry as could be.
Soon woke the Dormouse—
"Good gracious me!
"Where is my toad stool?"
Loud he lamented.
And that's how umbrellas
First were invented.
Holding it over him,
Gayly he flew.
Soon he was safe home,
Dry as could be.
Soon woke the Dormouse—
"Good gracious me!
"Where is my toad stool?"
Loud he lamented.
And that's how umbrellas
First were invented.