Kunama 1957

The wind, the wind,
How it does blow:
Swiftly, quickly,
But never slow.
It hurtles down from the east and west
And sweeps off the line an unfortunate vest.
The wind, the wind,
How it does blow:
Here and there,
About the snow.
It humiliates kittens,
Asleep on a mat,
And frightens a little boy,
From where he sat.