BOREAS
With roar of joy and whistle shrill,
Old Boreas comes down the hill.
Old Boreas comes down the hill.
He stays nor stops for any one;
He's evidently out for fun.
He's evidently out for fun.
The little leaves, with laugh and sweep,
He drives ahead like frightened sheep,
He drives ahead like frightened sheep,
And gives yon cowherd, lean and lank,
A sudden but decided spank.
A sudden but decided spank.
I remonstrate: "Oh, Boreas,
What means this play uproarious?"
What means this play uproarious?"
In answer to my mild surprise,
He flings the dust into my eyes,
He flings the dust into my eyes,
And as I hold on to my clothes,
He sharply tweaks my upturned nose,
He sharply tweaks my upturned nose,
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