The Bobolink is gone -- the Rowdy of the Meadow --

The Bobolink is gone -- the Rowdy of the Meadow --
And no one swaggers now but me --
The Presbyterian Birds can now resume the Meeting
He gaily interrupted that overflowing Day
boldly
When opening the Sabbath in their afflictive Way
He bowed to Heaven instead of Earth
to every Heaven above
to all the saints he knew
every God he knew
And shouted Let us pray --
and bubbled let us pray --

He recognized his maker -- overturned the Decalogue --

He swung upon the Decalogue
And shouted Let us pray --

When supplicating mercy
In a portentous way -- portentous way

Gay from an unannointed Twig Sweet from a surreptitious Twig
He gurgled -- Let us pray --
bubbled