Winter wind

As the wind howls outside tonight, I am taken back to the poems of Dennis Lee from Alligator Pie. It was probably about 1977 when I first came across this book. The combination of kooky illustrations and rhythmic prose provided hours of entertainment, old school style. We stared at the drawing, read and re-read the words, it all making a little more sense each time. It might be days or weeks until you spoke to a friend about the book, if at all. These were quiet times, except when the wind blew.

Bed Song

When the wind is blowing hard,
Like a giant in the yard,
I’m glad my bed is warm;
I’m glad my bed is warm.

When the rain begins to rain,
Like a giant with a pain,
I’m glad my bed is warm;
I’m glad my bed is warm.

When the snowstorm starts to howl,
Like a giant in a towel,
I’m glad my bed is warm,
I’m glad my bed is warm.

And when the giants realise,
That no one’s scared of their disguise,
They go to bed and close their eyes.

They’re glad their beds are warm;
They’re glad their beds are warm.

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