The wind was blowing soft one day.

I said, “Hi, wind! Please come and play.”

He gently tossed my kite around

And blew my hat along the ground.

The next day I went out to find

My friend the wind was not so kind.

He tore my kite and, naughty he,

Blew my hat up in a tree.

Some days we get along just fine

But some days he's no friend of mine.