My friend is the weatherman at my school, and it just got me thinking...

Let's all go kill the weatherman
Who told the rain to come and play
And asked the rainclouds here to stay
And left the world so very grey

Let's chop up apart his liver
And grind up all his bones
And scoop out all his innards
And put them in ice cream cones

Let's wash away his presence
With floods from hurricanes
Storms of angry passion
Filled with our pains

But if we kill the weatherman,
What good will it do?
We cannot blame him for the things
That people do to you

It's not his fault for forecasting
The rain that comes to play
The rainclouds would be here to stay
With grey skies over, anyway.