Hand in hand they dance in a row, hither and thither and two and fro. Flip, flap, flop and away they go. Fluttering creatures as white as snow, like festive horses they keeper and prance, like fairytale witches they wildly dance. Rounded in front but hollow behind. They shiver and skip in the merry march wind. One I saw dancing excitedly, struggling so wildly till she was free. Then, leaving pegs and clothesline behind her, she flew like a bird and no one could find her. I saw her gleam like a sail in the sun, flipping and flapping and flopping for fun. Nobody knows where she now can be. Hid in a ditch or drowned in the sea. She was my hankerchief not long ago. But she'll never come back to my pocket I know.