Ten weary, footsore travellers,
All in a woeful plight,
Sought shelter at a wayside inn
One dark and stormy night.
"Nine rooms, no more", the landlord said,
"Have I to offer you.
To each of eight a single bed,
But the ninth must serve for two."
A din arose. The troubled host
Could only scratch his head,
For of those tired men no two
Would occupy one bed.
The puzzled host was soon at ease -
He was a clever man -
And so to please his guests devised
This most ingenious plan.
In room marked A two men were placed,
The third was lodged in B,
the fourth to C was then assigned,
The fifth retired to D.
In E the sixth he tucked away,
in F the seventh man,
The eighth and ninth in G and H,
And then to A he ran,
Wherein the host, as I have said,
Had laid two travellers by;
Then taking one - the tenth and last -
He lodged him safe in I.
Nine single rooms - a room for each -
Were made to serve for ten;
And this it is that puzzles me
And many wiser men.
Groove Coverage-Summer Rain

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0XAs9W8_b7o
"Oh, my love, it's you that I dream of,
oh, my love, since that day,
somewhere in my heart I'm always
dancing with you in the summer rain.
Every night and every day now,
though I know you've gone away,
somewhere in my heart I'm always
dancing with you in the summer rain".