what-will-you

Updated: May 16, 2025

Then the clouds clodded down till dismal it grew; The snake sneaked close; round Birdie Brown flew; The brook sat up like a snake on its tail; And the wind came up with a what-will-you wail; And all the creatures sat and stared; The mole opened his very eyes and glared; And for rats and bats and the world and his wife, Little Boy Blue was afraid of his life.

George MacDonald - At the Back of the North Wind