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