We're, we're going to sing a song now that a very, very strange thing will probably happen in the house. 

Some people, some of you will go, "I remember that! I used to sing that when I was a kid!" And you'll nudge the person next to you, who by that time has already discovered the fact and he's into it going "Ah bo ze bo di go, Ah bo ze go da mo nee." A little later he'll be do a sort of humming to it, very quietly, you know, going "Ah bo ze bo da, ah bo ze bo da, ah bo ze bo da, ah bo ze bo da." 

And a little later in the program that thing will happen that I was talking to you about. The floor will start to tremble. The walls will lean in. 

And you'll start swaying back and forth, you know. Those of you that are wearing glasses will take them off, wipe them, you know, put 'em back on again. It's a little misty right? 

And then this little door will open up in the back of your head. And this little voice will say "Sing. Sing. Sing!" And, and, and you're really gonna want to sing. 

Please don't. 

It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring

Bumped his head and he went to bed

And he couldn't get up in the mornin'

Rain rain, go away, come again some other day

Hey I got an idea - we could all play hide and go seek inside

Now everybody hide and I'll be it!

Star light, star bright

First star I see tonight

Wish I may, wish I might

Have the wish I wish tonight

It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring

Bumped his head and he went to bed

And he couldn't get up in the mornin'

Rain rain, go away, come again some other day

Five, ten, fifteen, twenty

Twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, forty

Ladybug, ladybug, fly away home

Your house is on fire, and your children

They will burn, they will burn

It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring

Bumped his head and he went to bed

And he couldn't get up in the mornin'

Rain rain, go away, come again some other day

Forty-five, fifty, fifty-five, sixty

Sixty-five, seventy, seventy-five, eighty

Won't be my father's Jack

No, I won't be my mother's Jill

I'll be a fiddler's wife and fiddle when I will

It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring

Bumped his head and he went to bed

And he couldn't get up in the mornin'

Rain rain, go away, come again some other, other day

Eighty-five, ninety, ninety-five, a hundred

Anyone round my base is it!

Here I come, ready or not!

Ally ally in free