228 GRAY LADY AND THE BIRDS 
They cross and turn, and in and out, down the middle, and wheel 
about, 
With a ‘Phew, shew, Wadolincon; listen to me, Bobolincon! 
Happy’s the wooing that’s speedily doing, that’s speedily doing, 
That’s merry and over with the bloom of the clover; 
Bobolincon, Wadolincon, Winterseeble, follow, follow me!” 
O what a happy life they lead, over hill and in the mead! 
How they sing and how they play! See, that fly away, away! 
Now they gambol o’er the clearing — off again, and then appear- 
Ing ; 
Poised aloft on quivering wing, now they soar and now they sing, 
“We must all be merry and moving, we all must be happy and 
loving; 
For when the midsummer has come and the grain has ripened its 
ear, 
The haymakers scatter our young and we mourn for the rest of 
the year ; 
Then, Bobolincon, Wadolincon, Winterseeble, haste, haste 
away !” 
— Wi1son Fxaae, in Birds and Seasons in New England. 
