I Do Not Mind You, Winter Wind

I do not mind you, winter Wind

when you come whiling by,

to tickle me with snowflakes

drifting softly from the sky.

 

I do not even mind you

when you nibble at my skin,

scrambling over all of me

attempting to get in.

 

But when you bowl me over

and I land on my behind,

then I must tell you, winter Wind,

I mind…I really mind!

Prelutsky, Jack. (1984).  It’s Snowing! It’s Snowing! New York:  Greenwillow Books.

 

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