Little darling of the snow,Careless how the winds may blow,Happy as a bird can be,Singing, oh, so cheerily,Chickadee-dee! Chickadee-dee!
When the skies are cold and gray,When he trills his happiest lay,Through the clouds he seems to seeHidden things to you and me.Chickadee-dee! chickadee-dee!
Feb 2, 2016