Bob-White Explosion
Quickly there departing
They burst into the sky
With their covey alarming
To those hunting by
They flew along a fence line
And into a little lane
They ran and ran then stopped
And whistled loud their name
To follow them meant danger
Somewhere on the ground
And when braced for their flight
They were as landmines around
Each hunter did a tour of duty
Through the many bursts
With anxiety aplenty
As he flushed the birds
Dogs proved helpful
In locating the bombs
And gave a needed warning
That birds they’d come upon