I’m just a little black rain cloud
Hovering under the honey tree
I’m just a little black rain cloud
Pay no attention
To little me!

Dum de dum dum de dum dum dum!

This is the song my father used to sing to me when I was a surly teenager, except he would adjust the lyrics according to the particular situation I was hovering over with my black rain-cloudiness.

Master of subtlety, my father.