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*¥* BY LEROY TITUS WEEKS X 



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*& Oh, sweet to the ear in the early morn 



♦<^ Is the whistle clear, over rustling corn, -y 



♦a* Of the brown little bird whose rich content *♦* 



♦*♦ Is a breath of life by summer sent ! ♦♦♦ 



<^ His gladness thrills the heart, and spills *<£ 



+<£ The laughter of nature over the hills. V 



♦!♦ "Bob White!" "All right !" ♦♦♦ 



♦ "O Bob White!" ♦♦♦ 



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♦!♦ He pipes of dells with rippling rain, +J> 



♦> Of tinkling bells in shady lane, +f 



«*► Of sunburned cheek and sun-filled heart, ♦*♦ 



♦!♦ Of joyous life in the fields apart. +f 



♦*♦ A true chevalier, he spreads good cheer ^ 



«£♦ And the haunting dream of the golden year. ♦*♦ 



♦!♦ "Bob White!" "True knight !" ♦*♦ 



♦!♦ "O Bob White!" ♦!♦ 



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a Where leaves are aflame in the autumn air, «*► 



♦*♦ His shy little dame with wifely care, ♦*♦ 



►> Will gather her brood about her breast «*► 



♦*♦ As the sun clips low-In the purple west, «*► 



«£♦ And lilt love's glee across the lea — «*► 



♦*♦ The deep undying mystery: «*► 



♦♦♦ "Loyalty!" "Loyalty!" "Loyalty!" <i» 



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