John Bernard O'Sullivan = Tom Moore. March 19, 1916. Omaha Sunday World-Herald 51(25): 12-W.

The Whooping Crane.

• Hark! to the sweet toned trumpet call from the blue dome of the sky,
• There's a message for all sportsmen in that far off plaintive cry,
• From a remnant of a species that is calling for a mate,
• But its answer is an echo, and it seems to say, "too-o-o-late."
• Look! away up there, 'tis circling in and out among the clouds,
• That were once alive with whoopers, but are nothing now but shrouds,
• That enveloped its ancestors when they used to congregate,
• And bugle notes to lady cranes, that were nothing like, "too-o-o-late."
• Think! of the skies of the future-will we have silence or song?
• What do you think of the whoopers-was killing them right or wrong?
• There's no use dodging the question, in each of us lies their fate-
• Will we sing a song of plenty, or forever wail "too-o-o-late?"