James Whitcomb Riley

The First Bluebird

Jest rain and snow! and rain again!

And dribble! drip! and blow!

Then snow! and thaw! and slush! and then—

Some more rain and snow!

This morning I was'most afeard

To wake  up—when, I jing!

I seen the sun shine out and heerd

The first bluebird of Spring!

Mother she'd raised the winder some—

And in acrost the orchurd come,

Soft as a angel's wing,

A breezy, treesy, beesy hum,

Too sweet fer anything!

The winter's shroud was rent a-part—

The sun bu'st forth in glee—

And when that bluebird  sung, my hart

Hopped out o' bed with me!