Pontius the pilot was flying his plane
From Vigo to Gijon and all over Spain
Wherever he flew it, it started to rain
Which nearly drove Pontius, our pilot, insane

He looked to the sky and began to complain
But a voice came from heaven which spoke with disdain
“I really don’t think I should need to explain
’Cos the rain falls in Spain, in the main, on the plane.”