CHICKADEE 
“The ground was all white with snow one day 
Janice and Bobby were busy at play. 
I was singing near by in a Christmas tree, 
Making my song out of ‘Chic-a-dee-dee.’ 
“I had not been chirping that way very long, 
When Janice heard me so loud with my song. 
‘Oh, Bobby, come to the window and see 
The sweet little bird chirping “Chic-a-dee-dee.” ’ 
“I think that I would be much out of place 
If I tried to enter ‘Baba’s bird foot race.’ 
My feet are so small and toes they turn in. 
So there’s no reason at all that I could hope to win.” 
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