I learned to whistle- Friday at 9-13 AM

jaronchilds

I learned to whistle
I learned to walk
I made it rustle
I saw a fox
I walked through thistle
I slept on moss
There was no water
That I couldn’t cross
I made a skiffle
I drowned a rock
I did not blunder
I didn’t talk
You need not suffer
You needn’t care
If you are weary
Come in and lay your hair
There is an island
Buried in fog
That hides its sorrow
Inside a smoking log
Our friend is busy
Back in the car
Her lips are sticky
Her knife is black with tar