Over the radio one morning when the sun wasn’t shining
Heard was the voice of Mr. Geekly Googly Goo
Rain will fall; Storm will boil, down the city a-whining
Thus forecasted Mr. Geekly Googly Goo
Shall the wind head to West or down South go blowing?
Shall the rainfall cast deep floods anew?
Shall the clock tick and ring while storm’s still brewing?
Everybody asked Mr. Geekly Googly Goo
Should all planes stop flying? Should ships not be sailing?
Should kids stay home, and teachers, too?
What kind of storm is coming? What misfortune will it bring?
All kept asking Mr. Geekly Googly Goo
But before he could tally all the numbers he was counting
Suddenly storm hit, rain fell, wind blew
Thunder crowed and lightning struck right through the ceiling
Burning the top of Mr. Geekly Googly Goo
Of all the ceilings, of all roofs–everyone was left wondering–
Of all the heads, why Mr. Geekly Googly Goo’s?
But that’s the weather’s charm, no sense now crying
Let’s move on, said Mr. Geekly Googly Goo.