Clap and Whistle

Whenever my daughter had a boyfriend Come over to our house I always made her wear her long pants And a non-revealing blouse I would let them watch TV With a little privacy But I would be sitting in the next room Where they were always aware of me Whenever it got to be too quiet And what was going on I couldn’t tell “Clap and whistle, clap and whistle” Were the instructions I would yell “Clap, to keep your hands to yourself Whistle, to keep your lips apart” I am sure every time I yelled this out I gave them both a start I know I embarrassed my daughter But what is a Dad to do I once was a teenage boy myself And his thoughts I already knew