No, Grand'ma, 'twas that rain!
I—ahem! blessed it fervently,
Emperors must not complain;
But do, do keep your Babylon dry,
When I come back again.
For Garden Parties, Shows, Reviews,
And civic functions pale,
When water soaks the stoutest shoes,
And it blows half a gale.
Your Lord MAYOR and his liveried lot,