"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!"