Mr. Breeze
I know a fellow named Mr. Breeze,
He is the traffic police of the clouds in the sky,
A very sincere and hard working guy he is,
But one day he got tired of his blue office,
So he swooped down the earth to have some fun,
Came down the mountains racing with the snow,
Tickled the trees so that the leaves shook and the flowers fell off,
He blew the hat off Pastonji’s head,
Who went to Inspector Waghmare to lodge a theft complaint,
Now Mr. Waghmare was an honest officer,
But he just could not find anyone to arrest,
So there stood Mr. Breeze laughing,
Till the clouds collided with each other,
And spilled the water they were carrying.
