You hear her before you see herYou listen before you lookShe whistles tunes, old and newAround every corner and nook
She seems so contentShe shines so very brightWhat is her secret,What gives her this light?
Old whistling ladyTell me what to doBecause one day when I’m greyI want to whistle just like you
*Based on a true story
Other whistlers, don't they look happy?