Why does rain fall?
Why does the sun shine?
Why does my brother stand so tall?
Why is my stuffy mine?

Questions we ask are taken in our brain
Tucked in the folds for a rainy day
If our minds are clear, we open those folds
And let our imaginations flow.

Rain falls since they are the tooth fairy’s tears
The sun shines because it has to
And my brother is tall since those are his gears
My stuffy is mine because it wants to moo

And without me, that, it cannot do.