Aha! She’s got a chair out and moved her book outside.
I’ll wait for her to get comfy, and then find a place to hide.
Just pop behind these dark clouds and wait ‘til she puts on a shirt,
Perhaps a few sprinkles of rain now? Oh it’s fun being a flirt!
Wait, she looks cross and anxious, but not running for cover just yet.
I’ll peep out and get a glimpse of her – oh dear, she looks rather wet.
Now stretch my rays out to dry her, and she’ll worship me just like a queen
Her face upturned to soak up my warmth (sometimes I feel rather mean).
My, she looks daft in those glasses! They’re named after me, you know.
I am so very famous and powerful; it’s tempting to put on a show.
How tiresome when everyone loves you; how boring to constantly shine -
Hide-and-seek games are much more fun! No one brings me into line.
