Pretty rainbow,
Pretty rainbow
In the sky,
Are you spun of
Sunset colors,
Left to dry?
Did the fairy raindrops
Wash and hang you there,
Like a gown of garden flowers,
In the air?

Little children,
Little children,
It is true,
I am made of
Sunset colors,
Cloud and dew.
Mother Sun will dry me well,
For you can guess
I'm the little summer evening's
Best new dress!