The wind swept over the ocean;
     The wind swept over the trees;
The wind swept over the chimney pots - -
     But it never once said 'please.'

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The rain washed down on the rooftops;
     The rain washed down on the seas;
The rain washed streets and pavements - - 
     But it never once said 'please.'

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The fog crept over the hilltops 
     And it hugged my hands and knees.
The fog hid the sun high in the sky - - 
     But it never once said 'please.'

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The snow fell over the garden

      And coated the hedge and the trees.
The snow made everything clean and white - - 
       But - - - - -  it never once said:  '. . . . . . . '

 

                                                  'p l e a s e  .'

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