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.

"IВ 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.

"IВ 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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