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
