I looked for you under November snow.
You turned colors like the autumn leaves.
You rolled me up like your shirtsleeves.
Where did you run?
You beat down on me as the August sun.
You burnt me with your amber rays.
Disappeared like a needle in the hay.
Where did you fly?
I saw you in the red-hot sky.
You turned windy as a hurricane.
Spun me around like a weathervane.
Where are you now?
Over the moon with the cow?
Or dishing with the spoon?
While I stand here like a prune!