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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. |