The wind in Abilene, oh how it blows
It makes me shiver from my head to my toes.
The gusts keep coming, they never stop.
But when they do, I usually fall plop.

It comes from all directions, north south east west
Trust me, this is true, I do not jest!
When I ride my bike into this force
I hope to not fall, dead like a horse.

Oh when will you stop, wind that does not end
Bring a little rain, and you will be our friend.
But you keep on blowing, ruining our days
Who needs to fix their hair anyways?

Hear my cries of pain as you blow down my house
Which is worse, you or the mouse?
Please leave soon, blower of dust
Or inside I’ll stay until August!