Hand in hand they dance in a row,Hither and thither, and to and fro,
Flip! Flap! Flop! And away they go –Fluttering creatures as white as snow.
Like restive horses they caper and prance;Like fairy-tale witches they wildly dance;Rounded in front, but hollow behind,They shiver and skip in the merry March wind.
One I saw dancing excitedly,Struggling so wildly till she was free,Then, leaving pegs and clothes line behind her,She flew like a bird, and no one can find her.
I saw her gleam, like a sail, in the sun,Flipping and flapping and flopping for fun.Nobody knows where she can now be,Hid in a ditch, or drowned in the sea.
She was my handkerchief not long ago,But she'll never come back to my pocket, I know.…