Old Father Sun looked out and said:
'Oh, never mind, my dears,
I'll send my little fairy folk
To dry away your tears.'
One fairy came in violet,
And one wore indigo;
In blue, green, yellow, orange, red,
They made a pretty row.
They wiped the cloud-tears all away,
And then from out the sky,
Upon a line the sunbeams made,
They hung their gowns to dry.
- Unknown -