Droplet and Driplet, Two tiny sparkling drops, Were chatting, sitting on a cloud, Discussing recent plops.
When suddenly the thunder came, And Droplet said, “It’s time! We must jump now! It’s our show! Let’s go, my friend, let’s go!”
Right into the river, they fell down, And splashing in a stream, Droplet whispered to her mate, “Let’s just go with the flow.”
And while they were drifting,
Droplet said to Driplet, “You know, my friend, I have a dream. I’d love to do ballet, With color lamps shining on me. I could do it all day.”
“But, Droplet, we are just two drops Going with the stream.”
“I know, but I can see the beam
Lighting me up on stage, And Swan Lake sounding in the back. And I’m so light and free!”
