50 £be Marbler 



Look, but you will never find me. 

 Dart, fly, zip, buzz, I am never where I was, 



I'm a merry little midget, 



Fidget, fidget, fidget, fidget. 

 Quick as a wink, that's my ditty, quick as a 

 wink, I'm a witty, 



Wree, wree, witty, witty, wree, wree, wren 



The song entitled " The Bobolink " is so short and so very good that 

 we give it in full : 



THE BOBOLINK 



Up from the tickle-tops out Bobolinkin pops, 



Sprinkling his love-calls over the lee; 

 Freaking and frolicking round in his rollicking, 



Now with the butterfly, now with the bee; 

 Telling his northern name, till all the birds exclaim; 



"That's Bob, see him there, see him there, see!" 

 See how that mocking bird bends to that talking bird, 



"No use, mocking bird, you can't mock me ! 

 Sing till the meadows shine with that gay song of thine, 



Sing till the leaves laugh outright on the tree, 

 Sing till the sunny air, sing till men everywhere, 

 Sound back that song through the land of the free, 



Singing so airily, flying so fainly, 

 In thy infectious, ebullient glee, 

 Here comes the 3aucy chap, shaking his jaunty cap, 



Spilling the dew-beaded dock on the lea: 

 with: 

 "Bobolink, Bobolink, 

 Bobolinkum.Bobolinkum, funny, funny, don't you think um ? 



Kick your slipper, kick your slipper, 

 Zwree, zwree, zwree, zwree; 

 What's the matter, little lady, sitting there so shy and shady, 



Why that doleful little ditty ? crying, crying, what a pity, 

 Me, me, me, me; 

 Ha, ha, I discover, she has lately lost her lover, 



Never mind, dearie, cheer up, dearie, 

 Give me but a loving glance, sing, smile, skip, dance, 



Skip-a-toe-e, skip-a-toe-e, 

 Twse, twse, twse, twse; 

 Hear beauty, hear beauty, let me be your lover beauty, 



Chick-i-pe-tu, chick-i-pe-tu, 



Don't you see me bow to you ? 

 As I rock, rock, rock, on the dickie-birdie- dock, 



As I swing, as I sing, 

 As I shiver- iver-iver-iver-iver-iver-iver, 

 As I quiver-iver-iver-iver-iver-iver-iver. 

 With the ecstasy of love for my dainty little dove, 



With the bliss that is to be, be, be, be. be, 

 Don't you see, don't you see, 

 How my heart is running over with its rhapsody to thee ? 

 To the bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble 

 To the bubble of the water-fall that tinkles in the nook, 

 For my father was a Bubble-link, my mother was a Brook; 



