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Show BOBOLINK. Irene Putuam. . ' The wet moon's dipper Is emptied, The sun Is bright iu the y .,,. And West Wind is shaking the raiudiops Brushing the Meadows dry; And Ilobollucolu Jester " Habblcs his wayward strain, Over the tearful inb les, Making them laugh again. O Hi.bollncolu the Jost-r Kingiu:? your silver bells, Tossing yourca1) of yellow Over the Ki':iH' (swells : C.ipcTing up in the sunlight. W ith jnlllest wild ado, Are you the heart or the sum-hine. Or Is the sunshine you? O Hoboliueolil the .loiter. I wish 1 coul'J understand Your stories th;it tickle the daisies, Your riddlas of Fairyland; But my heiirt rolls over with laughter ( miy to catch the sound Of tho sweetest, funuiest railing That ever made checks go round. 0 Hobolincoln the. Jester la motley ol black and white. X would follow you. tricky uialcap, Forever and out of sight; 1 would follow you Hobolincoln, Only to hear you sint,'. To Kairlund, wiicro you came from, You clown of tho Fairy Kin? : |