Cbe Marbler 127 



Chickadee 



CHICKADEE, Chickadee, 

 Don't you think I can see 

 You at your round little door ? 

 What makes you look so shy, 

 Has some wild thing gone by, 



Or some great hawk circled o'er? 



Up in the walnut tree, 

 Poor little Chickadee, 



If it is me that you fear, 

 Pray let your eyes grow calm, 

 I will do you no harm, 



See me, now, I disappear. 



Frank H. Sweet. 



