The Chickadee

Black-cap, madcap, Never tired of play, What's the news to-day? "Faint-heart, faint-heart, Winter's coming up this way, And the winter comes to stay!"

Black-cap, madcap, Whither will you go, Now the storm-winds blow? "Faint-heart, faint-heart, In the pine boughs, thick and low, We are sheltered from the snow!"

Black-cap, madcap, In the snow and sleet, What have you to eat? "Faint-heart, faint-heart, Seeds and berries are a treat, When the frost has made them sweet!"

Black-cap, madcap, Other birds have flown To a summer zone! "Faint-heart, faint-heart, When they're gone, we black-caps own Our white playground all alone!"