: Cinderella The Little Glass Slipper

Little darling of the snow,

Careless how the winds may blow,

Happy as a bird can be,

Singing, oh, so cheerily,

Chickadee-dee! Chickadee-dee!

When the skies are cold and gray,

When he trills his happiest lay,

Through the clouds he seems to see

Hidden things to you and me.

Chickadee-dee! chickadee-dee!

Very likely little birds

Have their thoughts too deep for word,

But we know, and all agree,

That the world would dreary be

Without birds, dear chickadee!