"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.