(Sung to the Tune of “Let It Snow”)
Oh, the weather is very snotty.
It belongs right in the potty.
But we have no need to complain.
Let it rain, Let it rain, Let it rain.
Oh, the Yule is oft pictured frigid,
But we mustn’t get too rigid.
It’s not so much of a pain.
Let it rain, Let it rain, Let it rain.
When we finally get dried out,
In our sweet little burg by the sea,
There’s no need to fly way Down South.
In Our Town we’re happy to be.
Oh please don’t make me blubber,
While I swath my bod in rubber.
And sing with me this refrain:
“Let it rain, Let it rain, Let it rain.”