CITY WHISTLER

Whistling away on a morning in May

He lets the kids feed his parrot, Rainbow

Who perched on his shoulder, calls "Yo! Good-Day!"

Drawing a crowd of coin droppers to the quaint show.

Depression? Rainbow helps him attack it.

And ole Bing, great whistler, to inspire him.

From what sad depths pour this sweet sweet racket?

As lips pursed in rhythm drown voices grim!