Poetry of Kansas

The Quail

"B-O-B WHI-TE!
B-O-B WHI-TE!"
In the dusk preceding the night
Calling to me with all his might
And to all his other friends,
Whose number should be without end
Bob White.
 
"B-O-B WHI-TE!
B-O-B WHI-TE!"
In the dawn following the night
Up with the mom's first light
And out rustling, little friend,
After bugs and worms without end,
Bob White.

"B-O-B WHI-TE!
B-O-B WHI-TE!"
Often I hear you all day long
Trilling your assuring, cheery song
As you're hustling. Shameless men
Often murder their little friend,
Bob White!
 

Stanzas For Kansas
Leonard Allen Prowant
(Wichita, Kansas: __. 1937) Page 18

 
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