Said the wind to the sun, 'I can carry off kites
And howl down the chimney on blustery nights.
I can sail boats and set windmills in motion,
Rattle the windows and ruffle the ocean.'
And the old sun grinned
At the wild winter wind.
Said the sun to the wind, 'I can turn night into day,
Ice into water and grass into hay.
I can paint rainbows and freckles on noses.'
And the old sun grinned
At the wild winter wind.
Said the wind to the sun, 'You'll be sorry you spoke.
Down on the road is a man with a cloak.
If you're so clever then let's see you prove it.
We'll take it in turn to see who'll remove iy.'
And the old sun grinned
At the wild winter wind.
The wind blew the trees till the boughs bent and broke.
He bowled the man's hat off and howled round his cloak.
He blew and he blustered, he tossed and he tugged it.
The man wrapped it round him and tightly he hugged it.
And the old sun grinned
At the wild winter wind.
'Take a rest,' said the sun. 'Let me shine on him now.'
He shone till the man started mopping his brow.
The man settled down in the shade of some boulders,
He undid his cloak and it slipped from his shoulders.
And the old sun grinned
At the wild winter wind.