The Troubles of Biddy: A Pretty Little Story
Isabel Byrum






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
		She saw that her mistress was coming again;

		And noting the basket she held in her hand
		Old Biddy thought quickly "she can't understand,"
		And "what is she doing?" exclaimed in surprise;
		For out of the nest Biddy felt herself rise.

		As Biddy stood resting her poor weary legs,
		She saw that the basket contained shining eggs;




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