They told you not to get all wet,
but who knows why they say?
you pull on a pair of boots
and skip out into the day

The day they said was gloomy,
but who knows what they mean?
all you see is wonder,
a world of gray that gleams

Gleaming with what they must avoid,
but who knows why they do?
You wish that they would listen
and finally know the truth:

That you're supposed to get all wet,
indeed, this must be true,
'cause God made all these puddles
just for jumping through!