The March Wind
By: Anonymous
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.
