The March Wind

I come to work as well as play;

I’ll tell you what I do;

I whistle all the live-long day,

“Woo-oo-oo-oo! Woo-oo!”

 

I toss the branches up and down

And shake them to and fro,

I whirl the leaves in flocks of brown,

And send them high and low

 

I strew the twigs upon the ground,

The frozen earth I sweep;

I blow the children round and round

And wake the flowers from sleep.

 

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