ORIGINAL:

    the sun did not shine.
    it was too wet to play.
    so we sat in the house
    all that cold, cold, wet day.

    i sat there with sally.
    we sat there, we two.
    and i said, 'how i wish
    we had something to do!'

    too wet to go out
    and too cold to play ball.
    so we sat in the house.
    we did nothing at all.

    so all we could do was to
    sit!
    sit!
    sit!
    sit!
    and we did not like it.
    not one little bit.

    and then something went BUMP!
    how that bump made us jump!
    we looked!
    then we saw him step in on the mat!
    we looked!
    and we saw him!
    the cat in the hat!
    and he said to us,
    'why do you sit there like that?'
    'i know it is wet
    and the sun is not sunny.
    but we can have
    lots of good fun that is funny!'

    The sun remained hidden,
    too damp for our play,
    in the house we resided,
    that bleak, sodden day.

    With Sally, I sat,
    our patience worn thin,
    I lamented our plight,
    craving something to begin.

    Outdoors was too wet,
    and ball games too cold,
    in the house we remained,
    our spirits on hold.

    So all we could do was
    sit, sit, sit, sit!
    Our displeasure seething,
    not enjoying it one bit.

    Then suddenly, a BUMP!
    A startling, heart-skipping thump!
    We gazed at the door,
    and on the mat he appeared,
    the Cat in the Hat,
    our interest he commandeered.

    "Why do you sit there so idly?" he queried,
    "I know it is damp, and the sun remains dreary,
    but we can indulge in delightful fun,
    to keep our spirits merry!"