Baby May, to thee I say,
When the snow has gone away,
In the merry, merry Spring,
There’s a little kind will sing,
Unite thee, & unite we,
“Chick-a-dee! Chick-a-dee-dee-dee!
Chick-a-dee-dee-dee!”
Where the glassy waters pass
Twinkle, twinkle, through the grass,
And the buttercupls & daisies
Peep up with their pretty faces,
There the canny bird we’ll see
Singing “Chick-a-dee-dee;
Chick-a-dee-dee-dee!”
And when May runs out to play,
In the blooming summer’s day,
And these rows of lily toes
Patter, hatter, as she goes,
Startled not a whit will be
Pretty Chick-a-dee-dee
Singing, “Chick-a-dee-dee-dee!”
All the summer there will come here
Squirrel, crick, bird, & hummer;
Some by night & some by day
Chirp & sing, at work & play,
And as gay as they will be
Merry Chick-a-dee-dee,
Singing, “Chick-a-dee-dee-dee!”
Then, when they have flown away,
And the woods are chill & grey,
When the snows come flocking down
On the roofs & meadows brown,
Through their silent flight will be
Ringing free, for then & me,
“Chick-a-dee! Chick-a-dee-dee-dee”
Bonny May, my little Fay,
Happy, happy, all the day,
All the day, & all the year,
In the cloud-time & the clear,
Fuller glee to me may he
Never, than I hear from thee,
Merrier than the chick-a-dee –
With his “Chick-a-dee-dee-dee.”
Chick-a-dee-dee