I Do Not Mind You, Winter Wind
Jack Prelutsky
I do not mind you, Winter Wind
when you come whirling by,
to tickle me with snowflakes
drifting softly from the sky.
I do not even mind you
when you nibble at my skin,
scrambling over all of me
attempting to get in.
But when you bowl me over
and I land on my behind,
then I must tell you, Winter Wind,
I mind . . . I really mind!
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