Old Bob White

A poem by James Whitcomb Riley

Old Bob White's a funny bird! -
Funniest you ever heard! -
Hear him whistle, - "Old - Bob - White!"
You can hear him, clean from where
He's 'way 'crosst the wheat-field there,
Whistlin' like he didn't care -
"Old-Bob-White!"


Whistles alluz ist the same -
So's we won't fergit his name! -
Hear him say it? - "Old - Bob - White!"
There! he's whizzed off down the lane -
Gone back where his folks is stayin' -
Hear him? - There he goes again, -
"Old - Bob - White!"

When boys ever tries to git
Clos't to him - how quick he'll quit
Whistlin' his "Old-Bob - White!"
"Whoo-rhoo-rhoo!" he's up an' flew,
Ist a-purt'-nigh skeerin' you
Into fits! - 'At's what he'll do. -
"Old-Bob - White!"

Wunst our Hired Man an' me,
When we drove to Harmony,
Saw one, whistlin' "Old - Bob - White!"
An' we drove wite clos't, an' I
Saw him an' he didn't fly, -
Birds likes horses, an' that's why.
"Old - Bob - White!"

One time, Uncle Sidney says,
Wunst he rob' a Bob White's nes'
Of the eggs of "Old Bob White";
Nen he hatched 'em wiv a hen
An' her little chicks, an' nen
They ist all flewed off again!
"Old - Bob - White!"

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