It’s windy, windy,
was it something that I ate,
or just the weather.
The wind is blowing,
and my dust bin has just bin,
bouncing down the road.
The day is blowing up,
in a lovely windy way,
that’s driving the clouds.
I need my music,
silence is not good at all,
bring on the great songs.
Here’s an after thought, the moon is looking so good, a real stand out orb.
