120 OUR NATIVE BIRDS 
Fair sunshine and flowers they’re bringing, 
Our resplendent guests. 
[Girl of eight to fourteen, cap black, waist bright orange, skirt | 
black with two long yellow triangles tapering upward, wings 
black with white edges. ] 
The Child and the Chickadee 
1. Oh, there’s the little chickadee bird 
That climbs on our trees, the large and the small. 
Oh, tell me, what do you find on the fir, 
And aren’t you afraid you will fall ? © 
2. Why child, great beetles, ugly with frowns, 
And spiders and other big cattle. 
I wonder, can’t children see the big clowns, 
And can you not hear the bark rattle ? 
3. Now tell me, little birdie so spry, 
Who washes your face so clean and so nice ? 
And do you ever fret, trample, and cry 
When cold water runs in your eyes ? 
4. You babies are the funniest things 
Your mothers could possibly have, 
With pumpkin heads, with big eyes, and no wings ! 
Your questions make chickadees laugh. 
5. In any weather give us a bath; 
We find it the greatest delight 
To splash, where brooklets are running so fast 
They don’t get the time to freeze tight. 
