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You ask is it fresh, is what fresh I say

The air that I feel on this warm summer day

That soft blowing breeze, which flows past my face

Invisible flight, no color, no trace



But there is no taste, no texture, no feel

If I say it is fresh, would you think I’m for real?

Surely you would, why would I lie

Fresher than fresh, direct from the sky



Just made this morning, a few minutes ago

How fresh do you need it, just let me know

I’ve got plenty in stock; in fact it’s on sale

Marked down today, you just can not fail



The price is just right, affordably so

Enjoy it right here or get it to go

Hundreds of uses, I'll bring them to light

For sailing a boat or flying a kite



For waving a flag or messing your hair

Nothing is better than fresh blowing air

Makes tumbleweeds move on their dry arid trip

Causes discarded paper to roll and to flip



Moves bright colored pinwheels to happily spin

Turns clothes on the line inside out, outside in

And open a window, you’ll see what I mean

That musty old room will smell new, crystal clean



And birds love it too, it helps them to fly

It dries up the streets if some rain passes by

It can come from the north, the west or the east

Or even the south if I dare say the least



It can be cold, chilled to the bone

Or hot as the sun, up there all alone

Blowing softly or hard, hardly blowing at all

Throughout summer and spring and winter and fall



There’s fresh air by day and fresh air by night

Whatever you choose is sure to be right

You’ve so many choices, other places to go

Before you decide, I just want you to know



My air is the best, that’s what I’ve been told

Just look at the sign, over one billion sold

So buy it from me, you won’t have a care

Is it fresh, you may ask...it’s the freshest fresh air