Breezy Fun
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“Breezy Fun,” Friend, Oct. 1998, 27

Breezy Fun

Tickling the house with the branch of a tree,

The wind whistled, “Come on out and play with me.”

Whipping her skirts, he teased Mrs. Jane Brown,

Then sent my cap scooting all over the ground.

“Look—I am flying!” I cried in pretend.

I danced with the leaves, and I laughed with the wind.

Illustrated by Jerry Thompson