Old Bob White
Whistles alluz ist the same—
So’s we won’t fergit his name!—
Hear him say it?—“Old—Bob—White!”
There! he’s whizzed off down the lane—
Gone back where his folks is stayin’—
Hear him?—There he goes again,—
“Old—Bob—White!”
When boys ever tries to git
Clos’t to him—how quick he’ll quit
Whistlin’ his “Old-Bob—White!”
“Whoo-rhoo-rhoo!” he’s up an’ flew,
Ist a-purt’-nigh skeerin’ you
Into fits!—‘At’s what he’ll do.—
“Old-Bob—White!”
Wunst our Hired Man an’ me,
When we drove to Harmony,
Saw one, whistlin’ “Old—Bob—White!”
An’ we drove wite clos’t, an’ I
Saw him an’ he didn’t fly,—
Birds likes horses, an’ that’s why.
“Old—Bob—White!”
One time, Uncle Sidney says,
Wunst he rob’ a Bob White’s nes’
Of the eggs of “Old Bob White”;
Nen he hatched ’em wiv a hen
An’ her little chicks, an’ nen
They ist all flewed off again!
“Old—Bob—White!”