BOBOLINK
MERRY mad-cap on the tree,Who so happy are as thee!Is there aught so full of fun,Half so happy 'neath the sun,With thy merry whiskodink—Bobolink! Bobolink!With thy mates, such merry meetings,Such queer jokes and funny greetings,O, such running and such chasing,O, such banter and grimacing,Thou'rt the wag of wags the pink—Bobolink! Bobolink!How you tumble 'mong the hay,Romping all the summer's day;Now upon the wing all overIn and out among the clover—Far too happy e'er to think—Bobolink! Bobolink!Now thou'rt on the apple tree,Crying, "Listen unto me!"Now upon the mossy banks,Where thou cuttest up such pranks—One would swear thou wert in drink—Bobolink! Bobolink!Nothing canst thou know of sorrow,As to-day shall be to-morrow;Never dost thou dream of sadness—All thy life a merry madness,Never may thy spirits sink—Bobolink! Bobolink!
MERRY mad-cap on the tree,Who so happy are as thee!Is there aught so full of fun,Half so happy 'neath the sun,With thy merry whiskodink—Bobolink! Bobolink!With thy mates, such merry meetings,Such queer jokes and funny greetings,O, such running and such chasing,O, such banter and grimacing,Thou'rt the wag of wags the pink—Bobolink! Bobolink!How you tumble 'mong the hay,Romping all the summer's day;Now upon the wing all overIn and out among the clover—Far too happy e'er to think—Bobolink! Bobolink!Now thou'rt on the apple tree,Crying, "Listen unto me!"Now upon the mossy banks,Where thou cuttest up such pranks—One would swear thou wert in drink—Bobolink! Bobolink!Nothing canst thou know of sorrow,As to-day shall be to-morrow;Never dost thou dream of sadness—All thy life a merry madness,Never may thy spirits sink—Bobolink! Bobolink!
MERRY mad-cap on the tree,Who so happy are as thee!Is there aught so full of fun,Half so happy 'neath the sun,With thy merry whiskodink—Bobolink! Bobolink!
MERRY mad-cap on the tree,
Who so happy are as thee!
Is there aught so full of fun,
Half so happy 'neath the sun,
With thy merry whiskodink—
Bobolink! Bobolink!
With thy mates, such merry meetings,Such queer jokes and funny greetings,O, such running and such chasing,O, such banter and grimacing,Thou'rt the wag of wags the pink—Bobolink! Bobolink!
With thy mates, such merry meetings,
Such queer jokes and funny greetings,
O, such running and such chasing,
O, such banter and grimacing,
Thou'rt the wag of wags the pink—
Bobolink! Bobolink!
How you tumble 'mong the hay,Romping all the summer's day;Now upon the wing all overIn and out among the clover—Far too happy e'er to think—Bobolink! Bobolink!
How you tumble 'mong the hay,
Romping all the summer's day;
Now upon the wing all over
In and out among the clover—
Far too happy e'er to think—
Bobolink! Bobolink!
Now thou'rt on the apple tree,Crying, "Listen unto me!"Now upon the mossy banks,Where thou cuttest up such pranks—One would swear thou wert in drink—Bobolink! Bobolink!
Now thou'rt on the apple tree,
Crying, "Listen unto me!"
Now upon the mossy banks,
Where thou cuttest up such pranks—
One would swear thou wert in drink—
Bobolink! Bobolink!
Nothing canst thou know of sorrow,As to-day shall be to-morrow;Never dost thou dream of sadness—All thy life a merry madness,Never may thy spirits sink—Bobolink! Bobolink!
Nothing canst thou know of sorrow,
As to-day shall be to-morrow;
Never dost thou dream of sadness—
All thy life a merry madness,
Never may thy spirits sink—
Bobolink! Bobolink!