After all the rain, the sun br Shines on hill and grassy mead; br Fly into the garden, child, br You are very glad indeed. br br For the days have been so dull, br Oh, so special dark and drear, br That you told me, "Mr. Sun br Has forgotten we live here." br br Dew upon the lily lawn, br Dew upon the garden beds; br Daintly from all the leaves br Pop the little primrose heads. br br And the violets in the copse br With their parasols of green br Take a little peek at you; br They're the bluest you have seen. br br On the lilac tree a bird br Singing first a little not, br Then a burst of happy song br Bubbles in his lifted throat. br br O the sun, the comfy sun! br This the song that you must sing, br "Thank you for the birds, the flowers, br Thank you, sun, for everything.