In
The
Wind
And
Get
Up
In
The
Wind,
And
By
Glory,
It
Is
Without
End.
Papers
And
Litter
Fly
Down
The
Street
And
There’s
No
Use
Trying
To
Keep
The
Yard
Neat.
Hello!
It’s
Spring
In
New
Mexico,
And
If
I get
The
Chance
To
Quit
This
Useless
Dance,
Away
I’ll
Blow,
Wherever
I Go.