There is whistling
There is drumming
Who is humming in between?
A drum on the tin roofs
A drum on the grass
A dropp on my forehead
A dropp on my eyelid
OOOOOOOoooooooo
The hooting wind is the fluting wind,
They sway `left and they sway right
Trees, those trees
Swaying left and swaying right
Beating rhythm on everything
Thaka thimi thakathimi thakthimi thithom
Thithithom thaka thithithom
They burst singing.
Raveendran N.V.
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hum-drum/
