From Rhythm of the Rocks, opens a new window' by Nancy Stewart
Underneath a weeping willow stands a little child.
No umbrella, child is waiting; rain is falling down.
Pichi,pichi, chapu, chapu, ran, ran, ran.
Pichi, pichi, chapu, chapu, ran, ran, ran.
Falling, falling, rain is falling on the little child.
Mother comes to bring umbrella; rain is falling down.
Pichi, pichi, chapu, chapu, ran, ran, ran.
Pichi, pichi, chapu, chapu, ran, ran, ran.
