Nobody could understand, why the boy, all day whinged,
His mother was worried, he’d become unhinged.
Perhaps he was tired, or in pain, or ill;
She must find out, and if ill, find for him, a pill.
His mother and father then talked softly together,
Determined to find a remedy, that would last forever.
In that moment of quietness, a piano was heard,
And a beautiful smile, across The Boy’s face stirred.
Now no whinging just music in the house is heard;
‘Listen’ said The Boy, ‘you can hear nature, in the song of a bird’.