Isabel Byrum - The Troubles of Biddy - A Pretty Little Story

"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;