Song of the Snow Bird.

Song of the Snow Bird.
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The ground was all covered with snow one day,
And two little sisters were busy at
A now bird was sitting close by on play: n tree
And merrily singing his chick-a-de-de.

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

“Poor fellow, he walks in the snow and the sleet;
He has neither stockings nor shoes to his feet:
I pity him so. How could he must bel
And yet he keeps singing that chick-a-de-de.

“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 gleo?
He’s all the time singing that chick-s-de-de.

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

The bird had flown down for some pieces of bread.
And heard every word little Emily said.
“What a figure I’d make in that dress,” thought he,
And he laughed as he warbled his chick-a-de-de.

“I am grateful,” he said, “for the wish you ex- press.
But I have no occasion for such a fine dress;
Thad rather remain with my limba all free
Than hobble about, singing chick-a-de-de.

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 wol”
And away he went, singing his chick-a-de-de.