Chick-a-dee
By A. Gagliardi
There’s a black-capped, tiny bird
That sits up in the tree.
He stays around in Winter time
and sings his song to me.
Chick-a-dee-de-dee. Chick-a-dee-de-dee,
Chicka, Chicka, Chick-a-dee!
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