The Umbrella Salesman

A busy young salesman

Goes from door to door

Selling magic umbrellas

See such wondrous sights!

But no one believed him

Not a single word he said

He knocked on all the doors

But no one answered him

This left the man depressed

For no one bought an umbrella from him

Then one day it rained

So the man used his umbrella

But oh it had some holes

And rain water poured over him

This left the man in the cold

He's all alone in the world

And people doubt his umbrellas

They doubt its magic

No one wants his umbrellas

Theres no such thing as

Magic

So the man found his way to the top

Of a forty foot building

As he gazed upon the city

The people look to him

He's determined to show them all

He will prove his umbrellas are magic

With a firm resolve

And a strong clear voice

He shouted out his

Sales pitch

Float up to the sky above you

Its a real birds eye view

See comets and shooting stars

Come and lay on the silver clouds

Come with me

Let us bask in the great sun

Radiant light that warms our souls

Take my hands we shall reach the heavens

Let us walk the ethereal

Fields

Everything stood still

The city was silent

Did the umbrella work?

Everyone was lost for words

But the salesman did in fact

Touch the ground and felt the sky

Then the people took each an umbrella

And left the money on the

Ground