Oak the Birdwhistle

I have a broken birdwhistle. It sits on my desk Underneath the harsh lamplight. Its end is chipped And I don't know if it still works. I've been too scared to try it, Cause if it doesn't That means I wasted my money. According to my parents, anyway; They gave me that money after all. He's really pretty though. I named him Oak, Because when I got him, All I could think about was my girlfriend Who's last name is [related to trees]. I want to hear his call again. It reminds me of her.