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.