Chapter 12
section twelve of birds in all nature volume six number five december eighteen ninety nine recorded for librivox dot org by larry wilson bobble link by granville osborne soaring high up in the bright blue sky can't keep track of him if you try Flitting around in the pasture lot, likes to be friendly rather than not. Dancing along on the old rail fence, sunshine and flowers where the woods commence. Got so he almost talks to me, head a-nodding, he says, says he. Bubble link, oh link, link.
Clover and buttercups just seem to try, coaxing him up from the meadows to fly. Bees hunting honey, keep buzzing around, seem to know best where the sweetest is found. Almost forget where a hearing him sing What kind of honey they all came to bring Pert and saucy as he can be
Tale of flitting he says, says he Bob-o-link, o-link, o-link Wings jet black and glossy as silk Waistcoat gleaming as white as milk Dainty and slender, quicker than light
First in the morning, last one at night Perched on the post of the barnyard gate Singing his sweetest to waken his mate dressing his feathers and winking at me mincing around he says
says he into section 12 this recording is in the public domain
