I wish I’d stop whistling.
It drives my wife nuts.
I’ve got to do something.
No ifs, ands, or buts.

But birds seem to like it.
They come closer it seems
if I work in the garden
and morning light gleams.

My wife is no grackle
and if she pulls my hair
it’s not nesting material
she seeks, but to scare.

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