It was a bright and breezy day
had I been wise I would’ve stayed
inside from where I could observe
the golden sun, the pretty birds
inside where food stays nice and still
where knife and fork can bend its will
where salad and its dressing wait,
until their turn, upon my plate
but that day I just could not bear
to see, I’m here, and life’s out there
it would be rude, on such a day
to leave the Spring alone to play
so happily my plate and I
went out the door to lunch outside
my feet had barely touched the grass
when wind flew by, and quite unasked
it danced my salad quite away
and only let the dressing stay!
Well naturally, I rushed back in
before that, cheeky, hungry wind
could fly away my shepherd’s pie!
Yeah wind, I’d like to see you try!
So now, unless it’s grey and still
I’ll eat inside – oh yes I will!