The Surgeon’s Wind.
The wind is North-East—so let it be!
The North-East wind is the wind for me,
To me it blows good if to none besides;
For the boys on the pavement cut out slides,
And the passenger on the hard flagstones
Comes down, ha, ha! and breaks his bones.
I have had a radius to do,
And a compound fractured tibia, too,