Caroline, you're angry because you sleep like a spinster and you're twenty-eightnYou've been thinking late you couldn't catch a coldnBend your head double in the goose-down, piling all the pillows highnHeave your fiercest sigh and see if that'll worknnAnd the raincoat that you wore when it rained todaynAnd the raincoat that you wore when it rained todaynI think it only made it rain morenI think it only made it rain the morennAnd if the water's all wicking up your pant-leg, better wear your britches tightnI should teach you right to be so down at heelnGoing off half-cocked, not shot full of arrows from the cherubimnOh, the nerve of them to not draw their bowsnnAnd the raincoat that you wore when it rained todaynAnd the raincoat that you wore when it rained todaynI think it only made it rain morenI think it only made it rain the more