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Chickadee Poems

Table of Contents

  1. The Chickadee by Ralph Waldo Emerson
  2. The Black-Capped Chickadee by Charles C. Marble
  3. The Chickadee by Anonymous
  4. The Snowbird's Song by F. C. Woodworth

Poems About Chickadees

In Walden wood the chickadee
Runs round the pine and maple tree
Intent on insect slaughter:
O tufted entomologist!
Devour as many as you list,
Then drink in Walden water.

– Ralph Waldo Emerson
Fragments on Nature and Life
  1. The Chickadee

    by Ralph Waldo Emerson

    Then piped a tiny voice hard by,
    Gay and polite, a cheeful cry,
    "Chick-a-dee-dee!" saucy note
    Out of a sound heart and merry throat
    As if it said, “Good day, good sir!
    Fine afternoon, old passenger!
    Happy to meet you in these places
    Where January brings few faces.”

  2. The Black-Capped Chickadee

    by Charles C. Marble

    "Chic-chickadee dee!" I saucily say;
    My heart it is sound, my throat it is gay!
    Every one that I meet I merrily greet
    With a chickadee dee, chickadee dee!
    To cheer and to cherish, on-roadside and street,
    My cap was made jaunty, my note was made sweet.

    Chickadeedee, chickadeedee!
    No bird of the winter so merry and free;
    Yet sad is my heart, though my song one of glee,
    For my mate ne'er shall hear my chickadeedee.

    I "chickadeedee" in forest and glade,
    "Day, day, day!" to the sweet country maid;
    From autumn to spring-time I utter my song
    Of chickadeedee all the day long!
    The silence of winter my note breaks in twain,
    And I "chickadeedee" in sunshine and rain.

    Chickadeedee, chickadeedee!
    No bird of the winter so merry and free;
    Yet sad is my heart, though my song one of glee,
    For my mate ne'er shall hear my chickadeedee.

  3. The Chickadee

    by Anonymous

    Thou little blackcap, chirping at my door,
    And then saluting with thy gentle song
    Or lonely whistle my attentive ear
    A hearty welcome would I give to thee,
    Thou teacher blest of quietness and peace;
    Sweet minister of love, for hearts awake
    To the rare minstrelsy of field and wood.

    Thou constant friend! I hail thee with delight,
    Who at this season of rude winter's reign,
    When all the cheerful summer birds are fled,
    Dost still remain to cheer the heart of man!
    And though in numbers few thy song is given,
    Two tranquil notes alone thy fullest song,
    Yet scarcely when the joyous year brings back
    The swelling choir of various notes once more,
    Have I found deeper or more welcome strains.
    For when all nature glows with life again,
    When hills and dales put on their vernal gear,
    When gentle wild flowers burst upon our gaze,
    With all the exultation of the year,
    Our souls unequal to the heavenly boon
    Are often overwhelmed, and in the attempt
    To enjoy it all droop listless and confused:
    But in the dearth of these sweet sights and sounds
    This grand display of God's enriching power,
    The trees all bare and nature's russet stole
    Thrown o er the landscape, dull must be the heart,
    Ingrate to Him who rules the perfect year,
    That is not gladdened by thy gentle song.

  4. The Snowbird's Song

    by F. C. Woodworth

    The ground was all covered with snow one day,
    And two little sisters were busy at play,
    When a snowbird was sitting close by on a tree,
    And merrily singing his chick-a-de-dee.

    He had not been singing that tune very long
    Ere Emily heard him, so loud was his song;
    "O sister, look out of the window!" said she;
    "Here's a dear little bird singing chick-a-de-dee.

    "Poor fellow! he walks in the snow and the sleet,
    And has neither stockings nor shoes on his feet:
    I wonder what makes him so full of his glee;
    He's all the time singing his chick-a-de-dee.

    "If I were a barefooted snowbird, I know,
    I would not stay out in the cold and the snow;
    I pity him so! oh, how cold he must be!
    And yet he keeps singing his chick-a-de-dee.

    "O 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!"

    The bird had flown down for some sweet crumbs of bread,
    And heard every word little Emily said:
    "What a figure I'd make in that dress" thought he,
    And laughed as he warbled his chick-a-de-dee.

    "I am grateful," said he, "for the wish you express,
    But have no occasion for such a fine dress;
    I rather remain with my little limbs free,
    Than to hobble about, singing chick-a-de-dee.

    "There is One, my dear child, though I can not tell who,
    Has clothed me already, and warm enough, too.
    Good morning! Oh, who are so happy as we?"
    And away he flew, singing his chick-a-de-dee.