The Woodpecker 

The woodpecker pecked out a little round hole,

And made him a home in the telephone pole.


One day when I watched he poked out his head

And he had on a hood and a collar of red.


When the streams of rain pour out of the sky,

And the sparkles of lightning go flashing by.


And the big, big wheels of the thunder roll,

He can snuggle back in the telephone pole.