Whrrr! that's the sound
As three wheels go whirling round!
It's the thing that I most like,
Travelling fastest on my trike!
I go here, I go there,
I go everywhere! Everywhere!
Everything turns to a blur
As I whrrrr! As I whrrrr!
Closer even than a hug
Cuddle to me, little bug
Little snail, little slug
Cuddle closer, little bug
The Four Winds
The western wind blows hot and dry
The north wind, low and cold
The eastern wind smells of morning
The south wind's soft, but bold