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Bobolink He is here! Spink-a-chink! Hark, how clear Drops the note From his throat, When he sways On the sprays Of the wheat In the heat! Bobolink, Spink-a-chink! Bobolink Is a beau. See him prink! Watch him go Through the air To his fair! Hear him sing On the wing,— Sing his best O'er her nest! "Bobolink, Spink-a-chink!" Bobolink, Linger long! There's a kink In your song Like the joy Of a boy Left to run In the sun,— Left to play All the day. Bobolink, Spink-a-chink! |