The ground was all covered with snow one day,And two little sisters were busy at play,When a snowbird was sitting close by on a tree,And merrily singing his chick-a-de-dee.He had not been singing that tune very longEre 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-dee.Poor fellow! he walks in the snow and the sleet,And has neither stockings nor shoes on his feet:I wonder what makes him so full of his glee;He's all the time singing his chick-a-de-dee.If I were a barefooted snowbird, I know,I would not stay out in the cold and the snow;I pity him so! oh, how cold he must be!And yet he keeps singing his chick-a-de-dee.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 seeHow warm we would make him, poor chick-a-de-dee!The bird had flown down for some sweet crumbs of bread,And heard every word little Emily said:"What a figure I'd make in that dress" thought he,And laughed as he warbled his chick-a-de-dee.
