Chickadee (Gampy Paul)

I was but a chickadee

Who practiced whistling

“Gampy, seeds”

On every flight

To Breton Isle

Where you could make

Your grandchild smile

Dirty face and funny ears

White cheeks where you’d wiped my tears

You w’shed my every whistle try

With knowing twinkle in your eye

Beckoning to break to laughter

“Chickadee-dee-dee”

Forever after

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