Whistle Wishes

By Barbara M. Hales

I pucker my lips,

Then I blow and I blow.

I look in the mirror

To get them just so.

My lip muscles twitch

And my breath comes out fast,

But there’s no sort of whistle

That goes sliding past.

I wiggle my tongue

Into various places,

But all that I make

Are ridiculous faces.

I’ll never give up though.

My mouth’s pretty clever.

I know that my whistle

Can’t hide there forever.