BOB WHITE
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Whose voice is that that wakes me from sleep, As soon as the day begins to peep— Now under the wall, and now in the hay, Now in the meadow, piping away? Why, that’s Bob White. He seems as fond of his common name As humans who’ve attained to fame; But he isn’t conceited, not a mite. Though he wakes us up before it is light To call “Bob White.” Our Robert has just two notes, that’s all; But many a bird might envy his call, So rich and full, so joyous and free; For a matin singer, there’s none to me Like dear Bob White. “Wake up!” we hear from among the sheaves; “There is work to do, and old Time leaves The laggard and lazy on the way; The best time for work is this very day, And I’m Bob White.” —Eleanor Kirk.
