The Little Whistler
by Frances M. Frost
My mother whistled softly, My father whistled bravely, My brother
whistled merrily, And I tried all day long!
I blew my breath inwards,
I blew my breath outwards,
But all you heard was breath blowing And not a bit of song!
But today I heard a bluebird, A happy, young, and new bird, Whistling in
the apple tree— He’d just discovered how!
Then quick I blew my breath in, And gay I blew my breath out, And sudden
I blew three wild notes— And I can whistle now!
Whistles
by Dorothy Aldis
I want to learn to whistle.
I’ve always wanted to.
I fix my mouth to do it but The whistle won’t come through.
I think perhaps it’s stuck, and so
I try it once again.
Can people swallow whistles?
Where is my whistle then?
