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Merry Mike, from his door, bounded out to his play, With his head in his hat, on a blustering day; When the wind, of a sudden, came frolicking down, And lifted Mike's hat from his little round crown. "He-he!" said Mike, and he said "Ho-ho! Do you call that funny, I'd like to know?" |
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Then he made up his mind to return to the house, But the merry wind pushed itself under his blouse; And it roared and it roared, as he puffed and he ran, Till it just knocked over this queer little man. "Ho-ho!" said Mike, and he said "He-he! I'll get up again, Old Wind, you'll see!" |
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Then the wind, with a flurry of bluster and racket, Went crowding and crowding right under his jacket; And it lifted him off from his two little feet, And it carried him bodily over the street. Mike laughed "He-he!" and he laughed "Ho-ho! Do you call this flying, I'd like to know?" |
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But the wind with its antics was plainly not through, For fiercer and fiercer and fiercer it blew, Till making one effort of fury intense It carried Mike neatly right over a fence. Mike said "Ho-ho!" and "He-he!" together, "Do you think I am naught but a little hen's-feather?" |