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The Boy Who Wouldn’t Stop Whinging

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’.