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!
This poem is about:
Our world