From the Halls of Montezuma
We will use our Tripoli
As we buff our heads and bodies, too,
'Cause they’re made of Permali.
Though they smell like Bacon Bits, you say,
As I write you this epistle,
Let not that harmless odor you dismay
On the Sweet Pro Lam D Whistle.
A breakthrough in aerophonic belles-lettres! A few additional verses incorporating thistle, missle, bristle, and gristle, and Dale will have some serious competition.
Bacon bits, eh? That sounds like a prominent selling point to me. 
Hi Walt,
Do you guys sing that one in the workshop?
Sounds like real folk culture in the making - work songs are a fine tradition. I can just picture you leaning into the buff in time to the song!
BTW - Sweetheart whistles rock!
How Sweet it is
Hidden commercials disguised as verse!
So I’m not the only one (though I’m the worse)
I think the aromas are really sweet,
Coming from there on South Maple Street,
But not as sweet as the glorious sound
Of some of the finest flutes ever found.
Well done gentlemen. That’s one good way to keep those creative brain cells fireing away…