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’.