Drip Drip Drip,

A sudden bump of the hip.

Two pairs of eyes collide,

Maybe soon she’ll be his bride.

A fateful day

In the beginning of May.

He offers her his umbrella

She thought he was a nice fella

Puddles lay ahead,

It is sure to be said,

The two of them will share a bed.

A fateful day

In the beginning of May.

And now they can hear wedding bells,

Someone sure put them under some spells.

A fateful day

Now together until they’re gray.