r Miss Biddy's life is hard at best. Full oft' she drinks life's bitter dregs, At every hand an evil guest Steps out to stop her flow of eggs. The creeping rascals clad in fur. The v.-inged fiends in feathers clad, It would be fortunate for her If these were all the foes she had. But no—there comes a minor strain Within the bravest of her chants, The pest that causes her most pain. Comes walking—not in fur but pants. The careless man designed by fate To hold dominion o'er her days. And with his carelesseness abate The even current of her days.
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Lake Wakatip Mail, Issue 2128, 23 October 1896, Page 3
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103Page 3 Advertisements Column 2 Lake Wakatip Mail, Issue 2128, 23 October 1896, Page 3
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