A disappearing sight.

I prefer my milk in bottles. During the week, the arrival of the milkman's float is my cue to get out of bed.

The Whistling Milkman
That whistling Milkman so long ago
With tunes so happy and gay,
So very little did he know
How well he started my day,

The tinkling bottles
Of milk and cream,
Awoke me each morning
From my dreams,

With happy tunes
From this whistling man,
Brightening the day
Before it began.

Amelia Wire Holmes Aaron