And two little sisters were busy at play,
When a snow-bird was sitting close by on a tree,
And merrily singing his chick-a-de-dee,
Chick-a-de-dee, chick-a-de-dee,
And merrily singing his chick-a-de-dee.
He had not been singing that tune very long
Ere Emily heard him, so loud was his song.
“Oh, sister, look out of the window,” said she;
“Here’s a dear little bird singing chick-a-de-dee,
Chick-a-de-dee, etc.