21st CENTURY NURSERY RHYMES # 291

 

Blow wind, blow

And go, mill, go

I heard the miller cry

But I don’t know why

He needs wind to grind

He’s clearly lost his mind

I know he has corn

To grind before dawn

And I know it’s hectic

But the Mill is electric

So, he should know

If the wind did blow

The sails would be still

And it won’t turn the mill