Arthur: the Drip For MP3 file of this song, click HERE. Arthur was a teeny drip Who drifted around Watching the world from two miles up In a nimbus cloud Arthur's girl was Judy A pretty little drip Together they sailed the endless sky In their wolly ship. - One day Art's cloud darkened And spit out lightening balls And Art condensed and Judy cried As he began to fall. Art felt the wind whip by him, Fearfully looked around, And saw millions of fellow drops Falling to the ground. - Arthur fell for two miles And splatted on hard dirt It broke his nose and sprained his brain And made his ankles hurt Art pulled himself together To be gobbled down a drain In a raging churning current Of fellow drops of rain. - Art floated in the sewer And down a drainage pipe He bobbed and swirled and pitched and rolled Well into the night When the sun brought morning Art emptied in a stream That emptied to a river That emptied in the sea.
Art was a drip no longer But part of a big sea He hated to be crowded With no identity He thought of pretty Judy And the wet times that they had had His love for her dawned on him His longing heart grew sad. - Arthur bobbed and floated From mid July to May When a miracle happened to Arthur Drip One balmy summer day. While floating on the surface Of the motionless sea Art evaporated! And drifted skywardly. - Up and up and upward Shot Arthur in the air Away from hustle bussle Away from crowds and cares. He floated high and mighty In the freedom he'd forgot He breathed in deep and gave God thanks For summers - calmly hot. - Art floated to a cloud To see if Judy was there He looked and asked and searched but cried Cause nobody knew where When close to giving up He heard a little voice His head shot up, he saw his girl So pretty, round and moist. - Arthur's lips met Judy's And two drips became one Their surface tension merged their minds And two drips became one. They broke the rays of sunshine Into a rainbow arc And mixed their molecules so they Could `nere be pulled apart. - Now Art and Judy have love In every type of weather Knowing if the storm comes back They'll rain to earth together. Arthur is a little drip Who floats around And watches the world from three miles up In a nimbus cloud.
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