The eternal whistler

It is the Eternal Whistler

Who goes whistling through the sky;

And at his heels run the weary Dogs

Who have come to him to die.

He whistles them over the far-off clouds

And up to the shining gate,

And then he whistles a different tune,

And they sit, and they pant, and they wait.

Then he whistles a sudden, piercing note,

And s-l-o-w-l-y the gate swings wide,

And when nobody's looking ... Saint Peter winks ...

And hustles them all inside.

(Author unknown)