Author T. W. Connor She was a dear little dicky bird,‘Chip, chip, chip,’ she went,Sweetly she sang to meTill all my money was spent;Then she went off song—We parted on fighting terms,She was one of the early birds,And I was one of the worms. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (3 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments