The Snow Bird

The ground was all covered 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-dee,

Chick-a-de-dee, chick-a-de-dee,

And merrily singing his chick-a-de-dee.

He had not been singing his tune very long

Ere Emily heard him, so loud was his song;

"Oh, sister, look out of the window," said she.

"Here's a dear little bird singing chick-a-de-dee,

Chick-a-de-dee, chick-a-de-dee,

Here's a dear little bird singing chick-a-de-dee.

"Oh, 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-dee.

Chick-a-de-dee, chick-a-de-dee.

How warm we would make him, poor chick-a-de-dee."

"There is One, my dear child, though I cannot tell who,

Has clothed me already, and warm enough, too;

Good-morning! Oh, who are as happy as we?"

And away he went singing his chick-a-de-dee;

Chick-a-de-dee, chick-a-de-dee;

And away he went singing his chick-a-de-dee.

— F. C. Woodworth