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