Bella

Pretty Bella
Went to the ball
To meet a prince last fall

She met a fella
With a red umbrella
In case there was a squall

They danced that night
Under silvery light
Until it got quite late

And what a sight
They did create
Their dancing was oh so great

And when it was over
They took pleasant cover
For it had started to rain

Her soon to be lover
Was very humane
And walked her home in the rain

Under the umbrella of course.