The Bobolink aes 
verses of Wilson Flagg can appeal but little. Poetry 
and sentiment do not often atone for individual loss, 
and the passage of the bobolink is truly a scourge to 
the South. 
What are we at the North to think of our bobolink ? 
To me the happy days of youth were made happier by 
the bubbling, rollicking melody of the bobolink, and 
I cherish the memory of it above all other bird music. 
“Nuff sed June’s bridesman, poet o’ the year, 
Gladness on wings, the bobolink, is here.” 
