J-une ninth early morn
A-ll clouds don't gather;
Y-our birth brings much mirth,
R-ain turns into fine weather.
R-ainbow in the sky
E-xplains why it's bright;
Y-es, it's nice to behold,
E-very color is good in
S-ight.
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