The Troubles of Biddy: A Pretty Little Story

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 painShe saw that her mistress was coming again;And noting the basket she held in her handOld 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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