The autumn wind and the winter wind
They have come and gone,
but still the days, those lonely days go on and on.
But guess who sighs his lullabies through nights that never end
My fickle friend, the summer wind

The music plays and his body sways contentedly with the music. If there's one thing he's sure of, it's what his body is doing, and it does it well.

Oh the autumn wind and the winter wind
They have come and gone
But still the days, those lonely days go on and on
But guess who sighs his lullabies through nights that never end
My fickle friend, the summer wind
Oh that summer wind
Oh warm summer wind
Mmmmmm...that summer wind...

He grins out at the audience, that familiar, cocky grin that he wears so well. He didn't do half bad, in his opinion.