SIDNEY DAYRE.
"Were it not for me,"Said a chickadee,"Not a single flower on earth would be;For under the ground they soundly sleepAnd never venture an upward peep,Till they hear from me,Chickadee-dee!"I tell Jack Frost when 'tis time to goAnd carry away the ice and snow;And then I hint to the jolly old sun,'A little spring work, sir, should be done.'And he smiles aroundOn the frozen ground,And I keep up my cheery, cheery sound,Till echo declares in glee, in glee,'Tis he! 'tis he!The chickadee-dee!""And then I waken the birds of spring—'Ho, ho! 'tis time to be on the wing.'They trill and twitter and soar aloft,And I send the winds to whisper soft,Down by the little flower-beds,Saying, 'Come show your pretty heads!The spring is coming, you see, you see!'For so sings he,The chickadee-dee!"The sun he smiled; and the early flowersBloomed to brighten the blithesome hours,And song-birds gathered in bush and tree;But the wind he laughed right merrily,As the saucy mite of a snowbird heChirped away, "Do you see, see, see?I did it all!Chickadee-dee!"
"Were it not for me,"Said a chickadee,"Not a single flower on earth would be;For under the ground they soundly sleepAnd never venture an upward peep,Till they hear from me,Chickadee-dee!"I tell Jack Frost when 'tis time to goAnd carry away the ice and snow;And then I hint to the jolly old sun,'A little spring work, sir, should be done.'And he smiles aroundOn the frozen ground,And I keep up my cheery, cheery sound,Till echo declares in glee, in glee,'Tis he! 'tis he!The chickadee-dee!""And then I waken the birds of spring—'Ho, ho! 'tis time to be on the wing.'They trill and twitter and soar aloft,And I send the winds to whisper soft,Down by the little flower-beds,Saying, 'Come show your pretty heads!The spring is coming, you see, you see!'For so sings he,The chickadee-dee!"The sun he smiled; and the early flowersBloomed to brighten the blithesome hours,And song-birds gathered in bush and tree;But the wind he laughed right merrily,As the saucy mite of a snowbird heChirped away, "Do you see, see, see?I did it all!Chickadee-dee!"
"Were it not for me,"Said a chickadee,"Not a single flower on earth would be;For under the ground they soundly sleepAnd never venture an upward peep,Till they hear from me,Chickadee-dee!
"Were it not for me,"
Said a chickadee,
"Not a single flower on earth would be;
For under the ground they soundly sleep
And never venture an upward peep,
Till they hear from me,
Chickadee-dee!
"I tell Jack Frost when 'tis time to goAnd carry away the ice and snow;And then I hint to the jolly old sun,'A little spring work, sir, should be done.'And he smiles aroundOn the frozen ground,And I keep up my cheery, cheery sound,Till echo declares in glee, in glee,'Tis he! 'tis he!The chickadee-dee!"
"I tell Jack Frost when 'tis time to go
And carry away the ice and snow;
And then I hint to the jolly old sun,
'A little spring work, sir, should be done.'
And he smiles around
On the frozen ground,
And I keep up my cheery, cheery sound,
Till echo declares in glee, in glee,
'Tis he! 'tis he!
The chickadee-dee!"
"And then I waken the birds of spring—'Ho, ho! 'tis time to be on the wing.'They trill and twitter and soar aloft,And I send the winds to whisper soft,Down by the little flower-beds,Saying, 'Come show your pretty heads!The spring is coming, you see, you see!'For so sings he,The chickadee-dee!"
"And then I waken the birds of spring—
'Ho, ho! 'tis time to be on the wing.'
They trill and twitter and soar aloft,
And I send the winds to whisper soft,
Down by the little flower-beds,
Saying, 'Come show your pretty heads!
The spring is coming, you see, you see!'
For so sings he,
The chickadee-dee!"
The sun he smiled; and the early flowersBloomed to brighten the blithesome hours,And song-birds gathered in bush and tree;But the wind he laughed right merrily,As the saucy mite of a snowbird heChirped away, "Do you see, see, see?I did it all!Chickadee-dee!"
The sun he smiled; and the early flowers
Bloomed to brighten the blithesome hours,
And song-birds gathered in bush and tree;
But the wind he laughed right merrily,
As the saucy mite of a snowbird he
Chirped away, "Do you see, see, see?
I did it all!
Chickadee-dee!"