Oh plucky umbrella you love your job
you open and close brightly
people lose you daily and forget you nightly,
in foggy weather I can’t use you rightly.
Well, everybody loves a sunny day
They think it makes their blues go away
Me I like the rain, gray skies are so pretty
with umbrellas walking all over the city.
Oh plucky umbrella, you know puddles splash
and winds blow to get in from below
Every time it rains I have to hold you high
and when I do, you do your best to keep me dry.
Oh you brave wide open thing
you make me want to plucking sing
oh you plucky plucky plucky thing
you make everybody want to sing.
How can I not love you, Plucky Umbrella?
Songs for the Pure of Heart 