THE RAINBOW

Can that fairy place be found

Where the rainbow touches ground?

Will you tell me, driver, pray,

Is it many miles away?

Somewhere there must be a spot

Shining like a coloured blot,

Pink and purple, blue and green,

Like a transformation scene.

What must all the cattle think

When the grass and flowers turn pink?

Woolly sheep, what do you do

When the daisied field shines blue?

Happy must those children be,

Who the rainbow's end can see,

Who can play and dance and sing

In the rainbow's shining ring!