The rain falls on those who play
Out in the light of day
But in dismay, someone will say,
"A bland month. Coming is May."

The children then rush inside
Frightened by weary eyes
A stranger in sorrow then arrives
"Can this be by and by?"

He knocks on the wooden door
Pleading food, his body for
Through the window, he is forlorn
"Save me. Suffer I no more."

Snowflakes fall on his blank head
He shivers, not being fed
Still he waits with no regret
Out in that deserted shed.