They cheerfully sing
even on the coldest and cloudiest days.
I want to be like a chickadee
and sing for the joy of life,
no matter what.
"The birds upon the tree tops
Sing their song;
The angels chant the chorus
All day long;
The flowers in the garden
Blend their hue,
So why shouldn't I,
Why shouldn't you
Praise Him too?"
"The Birds Upon the Treetop"
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