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Song Of The Snow-Bird
by [?]

The ground was all cover’d with snow one day,
And two little sisters were busy at play,
When a snow-bird was sitting close by on a tree,
And merrily singing his chick-a-de-de,
Chick-a-de-de, Chick-a-de-de,
And merrily singing his chick-a-de-de.


He had not been singing that tune very long,
Ere Emily heard him, so loud was his song.–
“O sister! look out of the window,” said she;
“Here’s a dear little bird, singing chick-a-de-de.
Chick-a-de-de, etc.


“Poor fellow! he walks in the snow and the sleet,
And has neither stockings nor shoes on his feet;
I pity him so! how cold he must be!
And yet he keeps singing his chick-a-de-de.
Chick-a-de-de, etc.


“If I were a barefooted snow-bird, I know
I would not stay out in the cold and the snow.–
I wonder what makes him so full of his glee;
He’s all the time singing that chick-a-de-de.
Chick-a-de-de, etc.


“O mother! do get him some stockings and shoes,
And a nice little frock, and a hat, if he choose;
I wish he’d come into the parlor, and see
How warm we would make him, poor chick-a-de-de.”
Chick-a-de-de, etc.


The bird had flown down for some pieces of bread,
And heard every word little Emily said;
“How queer I would look hi that dress!” thought he;
And he laughed, as he warbled his chick-a-de-de.
Chick-a-de-de, etc.


“I’m grateful,” he said, “for the wish you express,
But I’ve no occasion for such a fine dress;
I had rather remain with my limbs all free,
Than to hobble about, singing chick-a-de-de.
Chick-a-de-de, etc.


“There is ONE, my dear child, tho’ I cannot tell who,
Has clothed me already, and warm enough too–
Good morning! O, who are so happy as we?”–
And away he went, singing his chick-a-de-de.
Chick-a-de-de, etc.