Flying Robert

When the rain comes tumbling down

In the country and the town

All the good little girls and boys

Stay indoors and mind their toys

Robert says no when it pours

It’s better out out of doors

Well rain it did and in a minute

Rob Rob was in it

Flying Robert

Flying Robert

Well see the wind how it whistles

Through the flowers and the thistles

See the silly fella

Underneath his green umbrella

Well it has caught caught that umbrella

So up he goes the silly fella

Up he goes into the skies

No one hears his screams and cries

Flying Robert

Flying Robert

See how the rude wind bore him

And it blew his hat before him

Well he’s reached such a height

He is nearly out of sight

Where he where he fell

No one yet can tell

But one thing one thing is plain

He was never seen again

Flying Robert

Flying Robert …