The despised wind is here,
ruffling my ginger fur,
and cutting through my sunshine.
Teasing all my senses,
shaking all the fences,
and causing a great disruption.
It makes me quiver,
it makes me quake,
with the noises it does make.
Oh, the despised wind is here,
so I’m heading there,
into the house where it’s not.
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