Our Robert has just two notes, that’s all;
But many a bird might envy his call,
So rich and full, so joyous and free;
For a matin singer, there’s none to me
Like dear Bob White.
“Wake up!” we hear from among the sheaves;
“There is work to do, and old Time leaves
The laggard and lazy on the way;
The best time for work is this very day,
And I’m Bob White.”