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“Qh, sister, look out of the window,” said she ;
“Fere’s a dear little bird singing chick-a-de-dee.
- Chick-a-de-dee, etc.
“Oh, mother, do get him some stockings and
shoes,
And a nice little frock, and a hat if he choose ;
I wish he’d come into the parlor and see
How warm we would make him, poor chick-a-
de-dee.”
Chick-a-de-dee, etc.
“There is One, my dear child, though I cannot
tell who, |
Has clothed me already, and warm enough too.
Good-morning! Oh who are so happy as we r
And away he went singing his chick-a-de-dee.

Chick-a-de-dee, ete.
F. C. Woodworth.

 
 

MY MOTHER.
My mother, my kind mother,
I hear thy gentle voice ;
It always makes my little heart
Beat gladly and rejoice.

When I am ill it comes to me,

And kindly soothes my pain ;
And when I sleep, then in my dreams
It sweetly comes again.