Men Who Moan At Whistling Time Will Be At The Wrath Of A Silly Rhyme

(My sister and I are grocery shopping. We are rather musically natured, always singing or whistling or humming. We are whistling a harmonizing song from the 50s. Out of nowhere, this older fellow walks up with his cart and says, very patronizingly:)

Old Man: “Whistling girls and crowing hens always come to some bad ends.”

(My sister and I were so shocked by his rudeness that at first we don’t say anything. Then we both look him square in the eye and begin to whistle a complicated aria from an opera. Then, my sister announces loudly:)

Sister: “Men who sneer and condescend will meet a more unpleasant end.”