QUAILOLOGY - A TOAST. 63 



Quail Toast. 



(Woods & Waters, N.Y.City, Quarterly, 35c a year) 



"Bob-bob-white!" 

 O'er the meadow comes the greeting, 

 Clear and sweet, with echo fleeting 

 Back along the woodland's shadow, 

 Faint returning o'er the meadow— 



"Bob-bob-white!" 



"Bob-bob-white!" 

 Up the lark springs from the heather. 

 Thrilling praise of balmy weather; 

 But the daisies blink and glisten 

 As they bow their heads and listen— 



"Bob-bob-white!" 



"Bob-bob-white!" 

 At the banquet of the morning 

 With its crystal drops adorning. 

 Like a dream of music floating 

 Rings the toast in silv'ry noting— 



"Bob-bob-white!" 



"Bob-bob-white!" 

 O'er the meadow comes the greeting. 

 Clear and sweet, the echoes fleeting 

 Back along the woodland's shadow. 

 Faint returning o'er the meadow— 



"Bob-bob-white!" 



Charles Sloan Reid. 



