They hate my voice despite its charm
And run away in great alarm.
But what makes me really bristle?
They all want to hear my whistle.
So here is my whistle
It’s sharp as a thistle.
And after I tickle it with my tongue
All my critics I’ll stab in the lung.
From “SONGS WITH PIZAZZ” by Pizazz
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