Wellington - Our windy little city
by Mya Simpson
What a pity our little city is so windy.
What a pity our city is so windy on a wet Wellington day.
The waves crash against the rocks.
The waves crash against the rocks on a wet Wellington day.
The skirts fly. The skirts fly into the windy wet Wellington wind.
The hats blow away. The hats blow away into the windy wet Wellington wind.
Oh what a windy little city.
