Bobolinks

“Modest and shy as a nun is she; Pouring boasts from his little throat.”

“Robert of Lincoln is gayly drest,White are his shoulders and white his crest.”

“One day in the bluest of summer weather, Over some ornithological joke.”

“When Nature had made all her birds, There flew a Bobolinkon.”

“The crack-brained bobolink courts his crazy mate,Poised on a bulrush tipsy with his weight.”

“Out of the fragrant heart of bloom, While the bobolinks are singing?"”