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1854–1925

THE CHICKADEE

Edith Matilda Thomas

Black-cap, madcap, Never tired of play, What's the news to-day? “Faint-heart, faint-heart,

Winter's coming up this way, And the winter comes to stay!” Black-cap, madcap, Whither will you go,

Now the storm-winds blow? “Faint-heart, faint-heart, In the pine boughs, thick and low, We are sheltered from the snow!”

Black-cap, madcap, In the snow and sleet, What have you to eat? “Faint-heart, faint-heart,

Seeds and berries are a treat, When the frost has made them sweet!” Black-cap, madcap, Other birds have flown

To a summer zone! “Faint-heart, faint-heart, When they're gone, we black-caps own Our white playground all alone!”

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