64 STORIES ABOUT BIRDS. 



The ground was all cover'd mth snow one day, 

 And two little sisters were busy at play, 

 When a snow bii-d was sitting close by on a tree., 

 And merrily singing his chick-a-de-de. 



Chick-a-de-de, chick-a-de-de, 

 And merrily singing his chick-a-de-de. 



He had not been singing that tune very long, 

 Ere Emily heard him, so loud was his song. — 

 " O sister ! look out of the window," said she ; 

 "Here's a dear little bird, singing chick-a-de-de. 

 Chick-a-de-de, &lc. 



"Poor fellow! he walks in the snow and the sleet, 

 And has neither stockings nor shoes on his feet: 

 I pity him so! how cold he must be! 

 And yet he keeps singing his chick-a-de-de. 

 Chick-a-de-de, «Sz-c. 



IV. 



" 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 glee; 

 He's all the time singing that chick-a-de-de. 

 Chick-a-de-de, &c. 



