Hand in hand they dance in a row,

Hitler and thither, and to and fro,

Flip! Flap! Flop! and away they go-

Flutt'ring creatures as white as snow.

Like restive horses they caper and prance;

Like fairytale witches they wildly dance;

Rounded in front, but hollow behind.

They shiver and skip in the merry March wind.

One I saw dancing excitedly,

Struggling so wildly till she was free,

Then, leaving pegs and clothesline behind her,

She flew like a bird, and no one can find her.

I saw her gleam, like a sail, in the sun,

Flipping and flapping and flopping for fun.

Nobody knows where she now can be,

Hid in a ditch, or drowned in the sea.

She was my handkerchief not long ago,

But she'll never come back to my pocket, I know.