The Bobolink Poem by John Bannister Tabb

The Bobolink



Your notes are few,
But sweet your song
As honey-dew;
And all day long,
Dear Bobolink, a-listening,
I never tire to hear you sing.

Thursday, September 2, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: song
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