Whistling away on a morning in May
He lets the kids feed his parrot, Rainbow
Who perched on his shoulder, calls "Yo! Good-Day!"
Drawing a crowd of coin droppers to the quaint show.

Depression? Rainbow helps him attack it.
And ole Bing , great whistler, to inspire him.
From what sad depths pour this sweet sweet racket?
As lips pursed in rhythm drown voices grim!