The Night Wind by Eugene Field — Read

Have you ever heard the wind go "Yooooo"? / 'T is a pitiful sound to hear! / It seems to chill you through and through / With a strange and speechless fear. / 'T is the voice of the night that broods outside / When folk should be asleep, / And many and many's the time I've cried / To the darkness brooding far and wide / Over the land and the deep: / "Whom do you want, O lonely night, / That you wail the long hours through? " / And the night would say in its ghostly way: / "Yoooooooo! / Yoooooooo! / Yoooooooo!"

My mother told me long ago / (When I was a little tad) / That when the night went wailing so, / Somebody had been bad; / And then, when I was snug in bed, / Whither I had been sent, / With the blankets pulled up round my head, / I'd think of what my mother'd said, / And wonder what boy she meant! / And "Who's been bad to-day? " I'd ask / Of the wind that hoarsely blew, / And the voice would say in its meaningful way: / "Yoooooooo! / Yoooooooo! / Yoooooooo!"