Who?

Who will feed the dicky-birds on the garden wall?
Winter-time is very big — they are very small!

Who will feed the dicky-birds on the frozen trees?
Every little twitter means, " Feed us, if you please! "

Who will feed the dicky-birds in the frost and snow?
See them on the chimney pot — cuddled in a row!

Who will feed the dicky-birds till the days of spring?
Think of what they do for you and the songs they sing!

I will feed the dicky-birds, and when springtime comes,
Every little song will mean, " Thank you for the crumbs! "
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