My Whirligig

My whirligig requires wind So when the day is calm, It sits there quite forlornly Like it's lacking in aplomb. But when the gusts are squalling And the trees are pirouetting, My whirligig starts spinning And, oh, what a show I'm getting! It has concentric circles So it twirls in two directions. The faster that it goes, the more It gains in my affections. Today the wind's cavorting As I watch in pure delight While my whirligig goes whirling Like it's gearing up for flight.