saw pretty kitty
who was little and biddy
being very witty
Three plump old biddy birds full of birdseed and whey
Sat on a limb spreading gossip and rumors that day
I heard she did this and he did that said Mrs. McVey.
They all had a story, about things crazy and gray.
One-upping each other on this nonsensical Tuesday.
Surely you have something better to do cawed a blue jay.
They took out their sling shots and forced him away.
I never should have married that fool said Mrs. McVey
You can never have too many flowers the old woman said.
She pushed a bunch of them into the cage with the parakeet, Fred.
Unfortunately, said many, the poor parakeet is dead.
What is wrong with her? Her persnickety relatives asked her son Ted.
Did she mean to smother Fred? Is the woman daft in the head?
She might be insane; the most outspoken cousin has said.
Fred was named after her husband who caused her face to get red.
An abusive guy who liked the bird better and fed it expensive bread.
That old biddy had probably wanted Fred the parakeet dead
Joe Biddy-dee-doe
He didn't know
How careful he ought to be
Joe Biddy-dee-day
Went outside to play
And wandered too near the sea.
Along came a shark
And just for a lark
He ate Joe Biddy-dee-dee.
-1969
There was a little boy
In a great big house
With a great big yard
On a tree lined street.
The little boy was happy
He had food, clothes, toys, and treats
Yeah, you could say his life was pretty sweet.
But as he got older
He began to wonder
'When will I find true love'?
But little did he know
That a little biddy girl
In a little biddy house
With a little biddy yard
On a street with no trees
Yearned for her own true love.
And then one day
The little biddy girl
Saw the little boy from the great big house.
They married and formed a love so sweet
That they bought a little biddy house
With a great big yard
On a mountain full of trees.