Magic in a rainy day walk

 Oh such a glorious splish splashy day, of bluster and raindrops and puddle play,

Delighted ducks lead their ducklings along, pit patting their feet in a happy song,

When tiny legs need a little rest, they ride up high where they can see the best,

 And hopping in hoods seems a jolly idea 

for flapping frolics in fun filled cheer, 

 But who is this wee one with such dainty steps, lifting silk skirts, sighing 'wet oh wet'..

wonder wonder who might she be, a princess so fine, an honour to see

the soft slippered toes of a fairy rose 

are not made for puddles like ducks feet that waddle

 'My dear may I offer, most humbly of course,

a ride on my back, though I am not a horse' 

 'Dear fairy pray join us as we all go along, 

lend your magical voice to our pitta pat song'