text: Were, were going to sing a song now that a very, very strange thing will probably happen in the house. 
  Some people, some of you will go, I remember that! I used to sing that when I was a kid! And youll nudge the person next to you, who by that time has already discovered the fact and hes into it going Ah bo ze bo di go, Ah bo ze go da mo nee. A little later hell be do a sort of humming to it, very quietly, you know, going Ah bo ze bo da, ah bo ze bo da, ah bo ze bo da, ah bo ze bo da. 
  And a little latеr in the program that thing will happen that I was talking to you about. The floor will start to trеmble. The walls will lean in. 
  And youll start swaying back and forth, you know. Those of you that are wearing glasses will take them off, wipe them, you know, put em back on again. Its a little misty right? 
  And then this little door will open up in the back of your head. And this little voice will say Sing. Sing. Sing! And, and, and youre really gonna want to sing. 
  Please dont. 
  Its raining, its pouring, the old man is snoring
  Bumped his head and he went to bed
  And he couldnt get up in the mornin
  Rain rain, go away, come again some other day
  Hey I got an idea - we could all play hide and go seek inside
  Now everybody hide and Ill be it!
  Star light, star bright
  First star I see tonight
  Wish I may, wish I might
  Have the wish I wish tonight
  Its raining, its pouring, the old man is snoring
  Bumped his head and he went to bed
  And he couldnt get up in the mornin
  Rain rain, go away, come again some other day
  Five, ten, fifteen, twenty
  Twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, forty
  Ladybug, ladybug, fly away home
  Your house is on fire, and your children
  They will burn, they will burn
  Its raining, its pouring, the old man is snoring
  Bumped his head and he went to bed
  And he couldnt get up in the mornin
  Rain rain, go away, come again some other day
  Forty-five, fifty, fifty-five, sixty
  Sixty-five, seventy, seventy-five, eighty
  Wont be my fathers Jack
  No, I wont be my mothers Jill
  Ill be a fiddlers wife and fiddle when I will
  Its raining, its pouring, the old man is snoring
  Bumped his head and he went to bed
  And he couldnt get up in the mornin
  Rain rain, go away, come again some other, other day
  Eighty-five, ninety, ninety-five, a hundred
  Anyone round my base is it!
  Here I come, ready or not!
  Ally ally in free