Bobolinkon. Christopher Pearse Cranch calls the bobolink:
Still merriest of the merry birds, and
Pied harlequins of June.
O, could I share without champagne
Or muscadel, your frolic;
The glad delirium of your joy,
Your fun unapostolic;
Your drunken jargon through the fields,
Your bobolinkish gabble,
Your fine Anacreontic glee,