WHISTLE, daughter, whistle, And you shall have a sheep. Mother, I cannot whistle, Neither can I sleep. Whistle, daughter, whistle, And you shall have a cow. Mother, I cannot whistle, Neither know I how. Whistle, daughter, whistle, And you shall have a man. Mother, I cannot whistle, But I'll do the best I can. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOON by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES MIDNIGHT ON THE GREAT WESTERN by THOMAS HARDY AMORETTI: 34 by EDMUND SPENSER A DREAM, OR THE TYPE OF THE RISING SUN by JEAN ADAMS THE SEVEN AGAINST THEBES: NEWS OF WAR by AESCHYLUS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 23. SOONER WOUNDED THAN CURED by PHILIP AYRES THE COY, SELECTION by WILLIAM BROOME |