“COME, LITTLE BIRD!”

“Come, little bird, I have waited some time, Light on my hand, and I’ll give you a dime. I have a cage that will keep you warm, Free from danger, and safe from storm.” “No, little lady, we cannot do that, Not for a dime, nor a brand new hat. We are so happy, and wild, and free, Chee-dee-dee! Chee-dee-dee!” “Fly, pretty bird, fly down, and take Just a crumb of my Christmas cake; Santa Claus brought it to me, you know, Over the snow. Over the snow.” “Yes, we know of your home, so rare, And stockings hung in the fire-light there; We peeped through the window-blinds to see. Chee-dee-dee! Chee-dee-dee! “We were on the button-ball tree, Closer than we were thought to be; Soon you may have us in to tea, Chee-dee-dee! Chee-dee-dee!”