Go on do your worst blow me down
For I shall not wear a frown
I love your nature thy mighty blow
I wish more would say what a show!
Nature at it's ragged best
Time to take a thermal vest
And comes the gale so wet
You'll be inside by now, I'll bet
For all that nature can expel
The sharpest blow, the grandest swell
To mice, to men who stand aloft
To tall skyscraper, to modest croft
'Tis mother nature's way you see
To make us scared to make us flee
But soon the rain she goes away
To bring to us the brightest day
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