On my little magic whistle I will play to you all day;
I will play you songs of Summer and the hilltops far away;
I will play you songs of Spring-time when the daffodillies bloom
And the wild March horses scamper by across the golden broom.

I will play you sweetest music of the silver fluttering trees,
When the raindrops gently falling touch the quivering autumn leaves;
I will play to you of castles 'neath a fairy sky of blue;
On my little magic whistle, oh! I'd play it all to you.