“Whistling,” Friend, July 1997, 33


    I can whistle with a whistle,

    But I can’t whistle without.

    My brother can.

    He makes his mouth

    Into a little spout.

    He draws his breath up oh-so-deep

    And pulls himself up tall

    And blows a perfect whistle sound

    With no whistle there at all.

    I’d like to whistle with no whistle,

    But I’ve tried,

    And tried,

    And TRIED!

    I wonder if my brother

    Has a whistle built inside!

    Illustrated by Mark Robison