[Intro]
Rain on the leaves, a tiny workshop hums.
[Verse 1]
In the park I'm a bewildered squirrel with a spark in my eye,
Blueprints in bark, gears whisper as the clouds slide by,
A self-folding umbrella, stitched from pine and twine,
But the sky roars open, and I grip the wrong side of the design.
[Chorus]
"It won't stop popping!"
Pop, pop, pop goes the ring,
Self-folding dreams bloom in the rain,
I hold on tight till the thunder sings again.
[Verse 2]
Puddles reflect a flush of panic on my fur,
I wrangle the panels, I twist, I coax, I purr,
Clips slip and fabric flares like a startled bird,
Desperate whispers: stay closed, stay quiet, stay unheard.
[Chorus]
"It won't stop popping!"
Pop, pop, pop goes the ring,
Self-folding dreams bloom in the rain,
I hold on tight till the thunder sings again.
[Bridge]
Perhaps the storm is applause for an honest invention,
A hopeful misfit learning timing and intention.
[Chorus]
"It won't stop popping!"
Pop, pop, pop goes the ring,
Self-folding dreams bloom in the rain,
I hold on tight till the thunder sings again.
[Outro]
The rain eases, the umbrella sighs, and courage stays dry.
