Classic Poem

Merry mad-cap on the tree!
Who so happy is 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 a wag, of wags the pink —
Bobolink! Bobolink!

How thou tumblest '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'en 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 canst thou know of sorrow —
As to-day shall be to-morrow;
Never dost thou dream of sadness —
All thy life a merry gladness;
Never may thy spirits sink —
Bobolink! Bobolink!