Of the ruin caused by the rain.
He saw a Widow with Orphans three
Go up to a Baker’s door,
But she had to leave the loaf untouched,
For he wanted a penny more.
Just then the Sun’s bright turning face,
He saw with consternation,
And home pell-mell his way did take;
For the Forestaller thought ’twas a great mistake,
And it filled him with indignation!