The Whistle-Man
(Sent in by Maitland Webb, Oakleigh. Age 10.) The whistle-man is playing A little tune and sw'eet All the time he’s straying Up and down the street; The people pass along, But no one dreams of hushing To hear his tiny song. It’s only when the roaring Of traffic dwindles down. The silver notes go soaring About the ears of town; Then, magic sweet and airy, His music grows and grou's. Perhaps he is a fairy, The whistle-man—who knows? —Copied
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Northern Advocate, 16 September 1941, Page 2
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82The Whistle-Man Northern Advocate, 16 September 1941, Page 2
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