Runaway Wind

The Runaway Wind came by today:
Come on, let’s run away!

He pulled my coat, tugged my hair,

Promised to take me everywhere.

I wanted to go until I asked when

We’d be back home again,

He whoop-eed with whirly, wicked glee:

Never again, if you come with me!

Well then, I guess I’ll stay,

And let him go on his runaway way,

All by himself, today.