Whistling roof-ward here we come
Bristling life and full of fun.
Rip off tiles and tear at pots
Whip up trees and blast the tops.
Dance with leaves and fight with hats.
Chase the dogs and claw the cats.
Play with washing on the line.
Rock the boat and swing the sign.
Fly past kites and break the string.
Mad March winds must have their fling.
Fay Slimm
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