The weather for the country picnic began to get rough
Drops of chill water streaming down on all just for spite
Water on the family sandwiches and all of our other stuff
No more fun for me today with my grand flying kite
It's wrinkled form was placed away under a garbage sack
It's colors that have run and are dull now used to be bright
Feelings of anger arise from deep and i give the kite a whack
No more fun for me today with my grand flying kite
The family comes in from the rain all soaked to the bone
They find me breaking grandmas dishes just for spite
In synchronized chorus they all give out a big belly moan
No more fun for me today with my grand flying kite

interesting reaction, cuz, grannie isn't responsible for the weather.