Whistle Rhapsody (Reprise)

Whistle rhapsody
 The isolated lady
 An isolated old lady
 A dignified dame who keeps her own counsel
 In love with the out-of-the-way
 Identifying with the unfamiliar
 Contemptuously turns her back on the wicked world
 With its vulgar delusions and correspondingly
 Scorns its regard
 Our lady alone
 With her scarf over her head
 And her pricey purse over her shoulder strap
 Wonders up at the heavens
 And for yesterday yearns
 The days of old
 Often, she surrounds herself with
 Like-minded bluestockings
 And together they regret the dear beloved
 Simple folk struggle with their own confused
 Concerns, still
 But she puts her pity on pause
 And withdrawn from the delicate
 And uncorrupted by the crude
 She resigns even her/ own
 Designs-
 Then all at once
 Brings in a breath
 Purses her purple
 Her honey-black lips
 And lets loose a high
 And round and resonant
 And glad and grave
 And westward, whistle