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?"