Is this some kind of sideways swipe at our revered national symbol, lonus onebuckensis loonae the aurora borealis warbler?
What would Hiawatha say?
He might sing you with a paddle.
Loonsong Lament, a poem, all rights reserved.
Gotta go,
Gotta go,
To the land of the loon
To the far-off land of the loon song
I swoon, swoon, swoon, swoon,
-- for the call of the loon
The lonesome thrill of woo-oo
woo-oo, woo-oo
to wit:
to woo.
Or is that just an owl
that I do hear howl?
could it be yonder wolf,
with plaintive, low yowl?
I will never know
what winds may blow
that carry the song
so sweet and so strong
of the lonesome pond loon
that each nite does croon
far off mournful tune
-- twould be a boon
by the lite of the moon*
on a beach and in june
to listen to loon --
not to wake on a rock
to the crow of the cock
Oh what a shock!
The cock I won't nock,
nor dog's bark,
Won't I hark,
but it's loon that I mark
with its revery dark
and calling so stark
That's the song and the tune
of the lonesome poltroon.
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