Mr.Tornado (Ii)

Mr.Tornado, Where do you come from, sir, As when come you, The tin roofs of the poor start shaking they violently, Somewhere the roofs blown off, The trees lie they fallen, Swaying and swaying, Shaking and shaking and plucking them violently As such the force of yours, The motion of the wind, Wild, tameless, swift and proud And poor man helpless before you all? Sorry sir, confused I with Mr.Tycoon But you Mr.Typhoon, Not a millionaire or billionaire But Mr. Danger With the French-cut beards You coming and passing away Just like a whirlwind, The cyclonic storm of a great velocity, But instead of bringing relief From hot and humid conditions and moisture You distorting it all, So mighty in your prowess As stand we miserably before. From my house fearfully I can see The roofs rattling, The winds swaying, The trees shaking violently To be uprooted badly Or the branches blown away, The coconut trees rustling by, Turning and twisting With the thunder showers carried along.