I think I'm a fire engine....or perhaps an ambulance. Nobody at home hears a peep out of me for days, then all of a sudden I need everyone to know exactly what they should do and how best to get out of my way
I'm sort of split..the romantic side of me is with Dancing: I'm the breeze rustling the newly furled leaves, particularly through the aspen. plus bird song.
The indolant part of me is the sound of someone hibernating
but the rest of me is a whooppee cushion & party popper combined.