Mr. Wind

O APRIL fields are fair to see-- Tum tiddle tum, tiddle tum tum tee! The grass and the snow play at hide and seek, And the sun ’round the rim of a cloud will peek; O fie and fiddle and ha ha he!

Up came an old man as I sang my song, With a “Hi, Johnnie, hi; skip along, skip along!” “And who are you, sir?” said I; and quoth he: “Mr. Wind is my name, hop along with me”; So we skipped and we hopped along long long.

O his beard was towsled, his hair blew free-- Tum tiddle tum; little matter to me! For he whistled and piped as we danced away, And the best of companions I found him in play-- O fie and fiddle and ha ha he!