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

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