CHILLY LITTLE CHICKADEES[1]
Chilly little chickadees,
Sitting in a row,
Chilly little chickadees,
Buried in the snow,
Don't you find it very cold
For your little feet?
Don't you find it hard to get
Anything to eat?
Hungry little chickadees,
Would you like some bread?
I will give you all you want,
Or some seed, instead,
Anything you like to eat
I will give you free,
Every morning, every night,
If you come to me.
Jolly little chickadees,
Have you had enough?
Don't forget to come again
When the weather's rough.
Bye, bye, happy little birds!
Off the wee things swarm,
Plying through the driving snow,
Singing in the storm.
[1] From "Songs and Games for Little Ones," by permission of Oliver Ditson Company, owners of the copyright.
ALL ABOUT THE CHICKADEE
SUGGESTIONS FOR FIELD LESSONS.
Does not go south in winter.
Song—two or three clear long whistles and the chirping of his own name, "chickadee."
A gay, curious little bird.
Black head and throat—sides of head and neck white—breast grayish buff—wings and tail darker shade edged with white—larger feathers of shoulders white.
Food—seeds and dormant insects or larval eggs.—Valuable as an insect destroyer.
Builds in hollow places—usually deserted woodpeckers' or squirrels' nests—sometimes hollows place for itself.
Six white eggs speckled with red—young birds, male and female much alike in colouring.