Sweet little chickadee perched in the tree
How tiny and frail you seem to be,
Such a wisp of a bird, so small and slight
How do you endure winter’s nasty bite?
Tiny in stature, but yet you survive
I admire how you stay alive,
Flitting from the feeder to the tree
Chirping chickadee, dee, deee,
You hold the seed between your toes
And crack it open while the wind blows,
Tap, tap, tap and munch, munch, munch
It takes all day to eat your lunch,
Chickadee, you are tough and bold
You keep on singing, despite the cold,
You flit about in weak winter sun
I’d swear that you were having fun!