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AMERICAN ORNITHOLOGY. 



Chick-chickadee," I saucily say; 



My heart it is sound, my throat it is gay! 

 Every one that I meet I merrily greet 



With a chickadeedee, chickadeedee! 

 To cheer and to cherish, on roadside and street, 



My cap was made jaunty, my note was made sweet. 



YOUNG CHICKADEES. 



First Day Out of Nest. 



I "chickadeedee" in forest and glade, 



"Day, day, day!" to the sweet country maid, 



From autumn to springtime I utter my song 

 Of chickadeedee all the day long! 



The silence of winter my note breaks in twain. 

 And I "chickadeedee" in sunshine and rain. 



— c. c. 



