Two little clouds, one summer's day, Weat flying through the sky They went so fast they bumped their heads. And both began to cry. Old Father Sun looked out and said, Oh! Never mind my dear, I'll send my little fairy folk, To dry your falling tears One fairy came in violet, And one wore indigo. In blue, green, yellow, orange, red, They made a pretty row. They wiped the cloud-tears all away And then from out the sky, Upon a line the sunbeams made, They hung their gowns to dry.