Be still March Wind as you blow through the Trees,
With your Terror and Fury you make Waves on the Seas.
Soon April will come, then there will be no Wind at all,
With no 'Wind on your Sail, your poor boat will stall.

With your strength and your depth, a kite you can sail,
Then when you stop blowing, it will make the kite fail.
So "Be Still March Wind" settle down and be real calm,
When you make all of that noise, you sound like a Bomb.