McCloud's Whistle

There once was a clown named McCloud

Who was very very proud,

Of his shiny and funny little whistle,

Which was as shrill and sharp as a thistle,

And only McCloud could play it out loud.

One fine day, 

To McCloud's dismay

His whistle had disappeared,

Just as McCloud had feared,

And then he grew gloomy and grey.

He hunted and hunted,

And the police he confronted,,

But to no avail,

McCloud sat down under a tree, shaking and pale,

His whistle was all that he wanted.

Suddenly he heard a bird tweet,

He looked up from his seat,

A magpie had his whistle in its beak,

staring at him in a manner meek,

McCloud thought it was rather sweet.

The magpie dropped the shiny whistle on McCloud's hairy head,

It pecked him affectionately, " You're welcome", it said.

And so McCloud got up walked off down the street.