The Troubles of Biddy: A Pretty Little Story

The Troubles of Biddy

 
"Oh dear," sighed old Biddy, just under her breath,
"I really am troubled and worried to death!
For months I have thought of a family, dear,
To gladden my heart, and to live with me here.
 
 
"But daily I find that my plans are upset,
And all I can do is to sit here and fret —
I haven't a sign of an egg in my nest,
Though some I have laid are as good as the best.
 
 
"I scolded last night when my mistress came near,
But though she was bitten, she seemed not to fear;
She only said, 'Biddy, what are you about?'
And then through the doorway she simply passed out.
 
 
"I don't understand it; I cannot see why;
For surely to be a good mother I'd try;
Although I would see that they did as I said!"
And Biddy, in sorrow and grief hung her head.
 
 
So deep was the longing of poor Biddy's heart,
She felt that with life she was ready to part;
But glancing about in her trouble and pain