The umbrella, under

Under the shades of a cloud, dark and stormy,
Right in the frying pan of the sun,
In the midst of the wild wind that be,
And the flying sands of the earth,
There you would find me,
Under my yellow umbrella.
You then would see
How I do catch fun
With my hook of Joy for free.

Tochi

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