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
There's 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