The north wind’s cold and blustery
And speaks of ice and snow
And the north wind has travelled far
Yet still has far to go.
The small birds fluff their feathers out
And shelter from the storm
For the north wind is a bitter wind
That turns its back on warm.
The wildlife seeks a hideaway;
And mankind heads for home;
For a northerly chills man and beast
Who carelessly may roam.
The north wind strides assiduously
Through woodland, field and sea
And the only gift that it bestows
Is a bite for you and me.
It ignores the plight of man and beast
And, steadfast in its track,
The north wind is a friendless force
That never once looks back.
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