Michael wakes you up with sweets

He takes you up streets and the rain comes down

Sidewalk markets locked up tight

And umbrellas bright on a grey background

There's oil on the puddles in taffeta patterns

That run down the drain

In colored arrangements

That Michael will change with a stick that he found



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Michael from mountains

Go where you will go to

Know that I will know you

Someday I may know you very well



Michael brings you to a park

He sings and its dark when the clouds come by

Yellow slickers up on swings

Like puppets on strings hanging in the sky

They'll splash home to suppers in wallpapered kitchens

Their mothers will scold

But Michael will hold you

To keep away cold till the sidewalks are dry-



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Michael leads you up the stairs

He needs you to care and you know you do

Cats come crying to the key

And dry you will be in a towel or two

There's rain in the window

There's sun in the painting that smiles on the wall

You want to know all

But his mountains have called so you never do-



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