The Whistling Schoolboy by Ruskin Bond

From the gorge above Gangotri
Down to Kochi by the sea,
The whistling thrush keeps singing
That same sweet melody.

He was a whistling schoolboy once,
Who heard god Krishna?s flute,
And tried to play the same sweet tune,
But touched a faulty note.

Said Krishna to the errant youth-
A bird you must become,
And you shall whistle all your days
Until your song is done.