WHISTLE, my dearest daughter, and I will give thee a cow. Ah no! my beloved mother, I cannot whistle now— O I cannot whistle, Ah no! my mouth it puckers so. Whistle, my charming daughter, and I will give thee a horse. Mother, I never whistled, and I could not now of course— O I cannot whistle, Ah no! my mouth it puckers so. Whistle, my gentle daughter, and I will give thee a sheep. Mother, I cannot whistle, so the creature you may keep— O I cannot whistle, Ah no! my mouth it puckers so. Whistle, my lovely daughter, and I will give thee a man. Mother, I never whistled, but I know right well I can— Whistle! whistle! whistle! And so the whistling soon began. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FIRST LESSON by EMILY DICKINSON DIXIE by DANIEL DECATUR EMMETT THE WAVES OF BREFFNY by EVA GORE-BOOTH |