the wind is lion,i hear him roar.he rattles the window and slam the door. he whirls the snow and piles it high.he chases the clouds across the sky.the tree feel him blow and they bend and sway right down to the earth to get out of his way.he hurry past house and on downthe street.he howl with glee. if the rain turns to sleet.And when all the people hurry and run. the wild wind laugh,for he's having fun