Tell me little Chickadee
perched upon my tree,
Do you sing for yourself,
or do you sing for me?
Wearing your tuxedo
looking oh, so smart,
how your sweet melody
warms my little heart!
Sing little Chickadee
each and everyday,
in the long months of Winter,
and in the sunny days of May!
Yes, sing my little friend,
it matters not for who,
for when I hear your little song,
my day shall not be blue!
By Lindy P.
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