But the merry wind pushed itself under his blouse.
And it roared and it roared, and he puffed as he ran,
Till it just knocked over this queer little man.
“Ho! ho! ho!” said Mike, and he said “ha! ha! ha!
I’ll get up again, old wind, you see.”
Then the wind with a flurry of bluster and racket
Went crowding and crowding under his jacket,
And it lifted him off of his two little feet,
And carried him bodily over the street.
Mike laughed ha! ha! ha! and he laughed ho! ho! ho!