THE WHISTLE-MAN
The whistle-man is playing A little tune and sweet, All the time he’s straying Up and down the street; The motor-cars go rushing, 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. Perhaps he is a fairy, The whistle-man —who knows? (Sent by Peter Direen, Timaru.)
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Timaru Herald, Volume CXLV, Issue 21186, 5 November 1938, Page 7 (Supplement)
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81THE WHISTLE-MAN Timaru Herald, Volume CXLV, Issue 21186, 5 November 1938, Page 7 (Supplement)
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