Classic Poem

A merry wind danced over the hill,
A madcap wind,
He shook the daffodil's golden crown,
And ruffled the clover's creamy gown;
Then off he sped, with a laughing shout,
To blow the hurrying clouds about,
And bustling back to earth again
He blew my bonnet all down the lane;

Then he hid behind a tree,
And pounced on me,

He blew me behind,
He blew me before,
He blew me right through the schoolroom door.