Clinton Scollard

Bobolink

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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

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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!