Hold on tight, don't get blown away.
Tell the wind, it's OK, you'll stay
here with all your kith and kin,
Each and every one a twin.

Don't float around on balmy breeze,
If you do, it makes me sneeze.
Am I a grump? I know, it shows.
Thistledown, you get right up my nose.

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