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 ;
Oh such running and such chasing !
Oh 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 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 !

Nothing can'st 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 !