Read the following poem carefully
MY PLAYMATE
I have an outdoor playmate
Who's as jolly as can be;
(3) Sometimes I'm sure he's hiding
Up in our apple tree
For green leaves nod and rustle
(6) And seem to wave at me.
In the springtime when we're playing,
He is so very spry
(9) He catches up my paper kite
And carries it up high
Above the tops of houses
With their chimneys in the sky.
(12)
He often blows and whistles
For me to come outside,
(15) Then when I'm on my scooter
He pushes while I ride-
And yet I've never seen him
(18) Though I've tried and tried and tried.
Mabel Niedermeyer
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His friend is the wind or air.
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