Poured forth despair’s sure antidote,
No leafy June hears sweeter note—
“Tsip-twis-ch-e-e-e cheerily-cheerily-dare”—
The essence of unspoken prayer.
—Lynn Tew Sprague, in Bird-Lore.
THE CHICKADEE
When piped a tiny voice hard by,
Gay and polite, a cheerful cry,
Chic-chickadee-dee! saucy note
Out of sound heart and merry throat,