And shows the wind which way to blow.
“Smooth, but not quite correct, if examined closely—but I’ll let it pass as poetic license.”
Wig: Down in front.
Leendert Snelleman: “Lent.”
In Lent it is always nice,
My brother’s birth-day is in May,
He says his feet need warming,
So that Lent we must be praising,
And then we’re going to celebrate,
Easter brings eggs and a holiday.