The breeze in the trees,
accompanied by a chill
that was liable to freeze,
and stimulating rain showers,
made my heart go all a-flutter.
‘Pitter-patter!’ falls the rain.
‘Brrrr!’ goes my soul.
Whilst the wind whistles a
wailing, and a wassailing;
whilst whispering under it all,
‘Well, what do you think of all this, Wusses?’
Graeme Sandford 