I am a wet fairy

I feel a crying chill, I can't work my will, Oh! angry rain drops let me cross the Maggie bridge. Let the lily river hide the moving ridge, Till I reach my dream villa. I do see an angry gale, flying over a frenzy dale, through rosewood into winter's pale. I see a ghost of clouds, not any cheering crowds I see a foreign quail, robbed on road, and crying a loud-- I am a wet fairy, walking hurry hurry, I feel a fever in my liver. green river go with glory, The wild wind made me tremble and shiver, Is it rain or the firestorm? I do naught see a lorry, Mercy, I have my umbrella, and I escape rubella. I sing my way mine own sad story, My days which were best dull and hoary hoary, Fate, you've got my maiden heart in some unfamiliar territory. © Affaq Naibe