Then all the animals began to shout together:
Pussy Whiskers said, “I want it dry”;
Old Web-Foot said, “For rain I cry”;
Chatter-Box said, “I like it hot”;
Snowball said, “It will be icy like as not.”
The Weather Man in a brown study sat;
He said, “I’ll have to think over that”;
He ordered all kinds of Weather that day
And on a cyclone they blew away.
The Happy Hare landed on his feet after he had been blown half of a half of a quarter of a mile saying: