It's Raining It's Pouring

It's raining, it's pouring; The old man is snoring. He went to bed and he Bumped his head And he couldn't get up in the morning. It's snowing, it's blowing The old man is growing He ate so much one day for lunch Every part of him was showing. It warm out and sunny The old man loves honey He tried to seize A batch from the bee's And they didn't find it funny