Whistler

This is another one from before i had access to that much coveted act ability:

Aaracity [panspipe]

Whistler plays: Peeple-a-peep peep-peep, hoot-hoot,
Whistler plays: Peeple-a-peep, peep-hoot
Whistler plays: People-a-peep peep-poot, to-toot
Whistler plays: hoopa-ta-peep, peep poot

Whistler dances a little jig

Whistler croons: When I was just a fledgling on an Aracity ledge,
Whistler croons: My mother told me eat my gruel, and this is what I said:
Whistler croons: Can’t I have some worms ma-ma, can’t I have some worms?
Whistler croons: How else can a growing bird fight off all the germs?
Whistler croons: She looked at me with kindness but with a look of pain,
Whistler croons: After a little trouble, she managed to explain:
Whistler croons: You are just a little bird, though you’re growing fast,
Whistler croons: One thing that the flock has learned throughout our past,
Whistler croons: Is that the mighty need the strength given by a worm repast,
Whistler croons: So..After those have ate their fill, then you can have your turn.

Whistler dances a little jig

Whistler croons: Oh mother bird oh matron, how can you be so cruel,
Whistler croons: I cried out as I looked to her o’er my bowl of gruel,
Whistler croons: The taxidermist eats seaweed and the vendors curried grubs,
Whistler croons: The guildmasters eat rodent stew and the guards eat rat kabub,
Whistler croons: Even in the fortress, to see who there is hid,
Whistler croons: They all eat black centipede and feast on eye of squid,
Whistler croons: So tell me please oh mother bird, on whom then must I wait,
Whistler croons: Before the time might come before I can get a plate,
Whistler croons: Of tasty worms like you have got, when mom will I rate?

Whistler dances a little jig

Whistler croons: She looked at me across the nest and much to my surprise,
Whistler croons: I saw a knowing twinkle in those weary troubled eyes,
Whistler croons: Do you really think, she said to me, it’s they who need the might,
Whistler croons: For all these years I thought I’d fledged a son with second sight,
Whistler croons: Not one of them among the flock, not one in that whole crew,
Whistler croons: Has the might will to put up with a child like you…
Whistler croons: She handed me her bowl then, and pushed aside my swill,
Whistler croons: She said that she had had enough, that she had had her fill.

Whistler croons:

Whistler croons: Oh worms for me, oh worms for me,
Whistler croons: Oh thank you mother who let it be,
Whistler croons: On all the land and all the sea, There is no other dish for me,
Whistler croons: Curried grubs and rat kabob may be fine and tasty true,
Whistler croons: As is eye of squid and seaweed, and spicy rodent stew,
Whistler croons: But of all the edible treats there are, not even centipede
Whistler croons: Can compare to what I waaant.…. It’ll be worms for me!

Whistler plays: Poot-poot a-peep-poot, hoot-hoot!

Whistler Bows