And up in a tree-top their dwelling it stood,
Chipperee, chip, chip, chip!
The summer it came and summer it went,
Chipperee, chip, chip, chip!
And there they lived though they never paid rent,
Chipperee, chip, chip, chip.
2.
Their parlour was lined with the softest of wool,
Chipperee, chip, chip, chip!
Their kitchen was warm and their pantry was full,