Up again down again round and round,
whirling, rushing, all over town.
Why the hurry and where’s it bound,
as it swirls, blusters and pushes us around.
Constantly whirling to and fro.
churning the ocean, as it continues to blow.
So what’s it after and why does it run?
Is it chasing the Moon, or just following the Sun.
Gene Wilder, Pure Imagination <Click for song, enjoy