Growing Up In the Sixties

I whistled for my horse But there wasn’t one, so none came. How can this be? I grew up on cowboy shows. Sky King, John Wayne, Have Gun Will Travel. How could my childhood dreams go so awry? I whistled a happy tune. I whistled while I worked. I whistled “I’m a Little Teapot”. The Blue Fairy did not appear I did not receive my three wishes. You don’t even know how to whistle My negative voice said. I whistled for my horse then. But he did not come For I am not Dale Evans.