Whistlers Daughter
I can't, whistle I, wish I could.
When I hear folk whistle, it sounds good
I'm like a kettle without a spout,
I purse my lips but, no sound comes out.
Blow girl, blow, the sound will come,
Whistling comes easy to everyone,
Says my husband gleefully,
As he whistles merrily.
I am starting to bristle,
Eighty-four, and still can't whistle.
My father could not bear to hear,
When my mother whistled loud and clear.
He said " A whistling woman and a crowing hen,
Are neither fit for God nor men."
I switch the radio on to my favourite station,
And sing and dance with jubilation.
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