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?