Windmill
Reading edition
The windmill stands up like a flower on the hill With its petals a-whirling—they seldom stay still— And its funny old voice creaking all the long day As it scolds little breezes for running away.
Reading edition
The windmill stands up like a flower on the hill With its petals a-whirling—they seldom stay still— And its funny old voice creaking all the long day As it scolds little breezes for running away.