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There's a plump little chap in a speckled coat,
And he sings on the zigzag rails remote,
Where he whistles at breezy, bracing morn,
When the buckwheat is ripe, and stacked the corn,
"Bob White! Bob White! Bog White!"
Is he hailing some comrade as blithe as he?
Now I wonder where Robert White can be?
O'er the billows of gold and amber grain
There is no one in sight--but, hark again:
"Bob White! Bob White! Bob White!"
Ah! I see why he calls; in the stubble there
Hide his plump ittle wife and babies fair!
So contented is he, and so proud of the same,
That he wants all the world to know his name:
"Bob White! Bob White! Bob White!"
This poem is in the public domain.
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George Cooper (1840 - 1927) was born in New York City. He began writing as a child and, by the age of 16, was publishing poems in leading magazines. George studied law and practiced for several years, but eventually decided to pursue a career as a writer. He wrote a number of hymns and much of his work was targeted at children. Stephen Foster set many of George's lyrics to music; the best known is probably "Sweet Genevieve." There are several variations of the above poem; this version is my favorite. It originally appeared in April 1899 in a pamphlet issued by the Superintendent of Public Instruction of Colorado: Arbor Day Notes with Suggestions for Bird Day.
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