James Whitcomb Riley

The First Bluebird

Jest rain and snow! and rain again!
     And dribble! drip! and blow!
Then snow! and thaw! and slush! and then
     Some more rain and snow!

This morning I was 'most afeard
     To wake up when, I jing!
I seen the sun shine out and heerd
     The first bluebird of Spring!

Mother she'd raised the winder some;
And in acrost the orchurd come,
     Soft as a angel's wing,
A breezy, treesy, beesy hum,
     Too sweet fer anything!

The winter's shroud was rent a-part
     The sun bust forth in glee,
And when that bluebird sung, my hart
     Hopped out o' bed with me!