Thief was the candle, In this new game, And wind came from my mouth, Like a strong hurricane… I blew down the thief, With my hot burst of air, And thief flew from my house, Except for his hair! I picked up his hair, It was a blue wig,
And I combed through the strands, With a short maple twig…
If the wind blew from my mouth at 9 miles an hour, How far would the wind travel in 10 hours?