THE CHICKADEE
There’s somethin’ ’bout the chickadeeThet’s, somehow, awful cheerin’;Around the shanty door it bumsAn’ gethers up the crusts an’ crumbsCook scatters in the clearin’.It gethers up the crusts an’ crumbsAn’ jest as glad it chattersAs if it fed on biscuit fineAll soaked in milk er dipped in wineAn’ served on silver platters.My share of life is crusts an’ crumbsI find somehow er other;An’ how I wish thet I could beLike you are, Mr. Chickadee,My cheerful little brother!
There’s somethin’ ’bout the chickadeeThet’s, somehow, awful cheerin’;Around the shanty door it bumsAn’ gethers up the crusts an’ crumbsCook scatters in the clearin’.It gethers up the crusts an’ crumbsAn’ jest as glad it chattersAs if it fed on biscuit fineAll soaked in milk er dipped in wineAn’ served on silver platters.My share of life is crusts an’ crumbsI find somehow er other;An’ how I wish thet I could beLike you are, Mr. Chickadee,My cheerful little brother!
There’s somethin’ ’bout the chickadeeThet’s, somehow, awful cheerin’;Around the shanty door it bumsAn’ gethers up the crusts an’ crumbsCook scatters in the clearin’.
There’s somethin’ ’bout the chickadee
Thet’s, somehow, awful cheerin’;
Around the shanty door it bums
An’ gethers up the crusts an’ crumbs
Cook scatters in the clearin’.
It gethers up the crusts an’ crumbsAn’ jest as glad it chattersAs if it fed on biscuit fineAll soaked in milk er dipped in wineAn’ served on silver platters.
It gethers up the crusts an’ crumbs
An’ jest as glad it chatters
As if it fed on biscuit fine
All soaked in milk er dipped in wine
An’ served on silver platters.
My share of life is crusts an’ crumbsI find somehow er other;An’ how I wish thet I could beLike you are, Mr. Chickadee,My cheerful little brother!
My share of life is crusts an’ crumbs
I find somehow er other;
An’ how I wish thet I could be
Like you are, Mr. Chickadee,
My cheerful little brother!