He ran along before the children as nimbly as a killdee, talking and laughing all the time.
"Little Mr. Thimblefinger and His Queer Country" by Joel Chandler Harris
He's pine-blank as happy now as a killdee by a mill-race.
"Free Joe and Other Georgian Sketches" by Joel Chandler Harris
The killdee cries and the lonesome loon.
"The Garden of Dreams" by Madison J. Cawein
A bug shoots by that snaps and ticks,
And a bird flies up beside the tree
To go into the sky to sing.
I hear it say, "Killdee, killdee!"
"Water Noises" by Elizabeth Madox Roberts
Oh, dim and wan came in the dawn,
And gloomy closed the day;
The killdee whistled among the weeds,
The heron flapped in the river reeds,
And the snipe piped far away.
"At The Ferry" by Madison Julius Cawein
Cows in the stall and sheep in the fold;
Clouds in the west, deep crimson and gold;
A heron's far flight to a roost somewhere;
The twitter of killdees keen in the air;
The noise of a wagon that jolts through the gloam
On the last load home.
"Harvest" by John Charles McNeill