THE ANGRY BOBOLINK.





Pretty little bobolink

In your satin coat,

Trimmed with white across the neck

Black about the throat,

Why so angry do you seem?

Why so fierce your mien?

That you're scolding somebody

Plainly can be seen.



"Don't you know," says bobolink,

As he shakes his head,

That my nest is hidden in

This soft grassy bed?

Somebody has come too near,

And I wish to say

There is no admittance here

Pass the other way.



"If my gentle little wife

Sits so calm above,

It's because she knows I'll guard

This dear nest we love."

Fear not, pretty bobolink,

Sing your joyous song,

Never will I trouble you,

Sing, the whole day long.





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