David Darbyshire - Gusty Breeze

On that windy day,
my hat blew away.
I chased that hat,
high and low,
down the road
it did blow.
I was just bending down,
to pick it up.
And another gusty breeze
blew up the hat.
It floated down and on my
head it sat.
It's a funny thing, then I went
and bought a long piece of string.

David Darbyshire

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