Chirping beauties in rainbow plume, pick them as you please
But what drew her was the one pair on sale for forty rupees.
Surely an offer not to drain her coffer, she quickly grabbed the two
Proudly flaunted her prized catch, with them she could do.
On reaching home as she watched close, she couldn’t hold her rage
One was lame the other blind, a duo crippled with age.
Then she cooled and uttered after a contemplative pause
‘it’s god’s will and be sure his will, is never without cause.
‘They were not cared for nor loved, nursed and properly fed
Had I not made them my own, they would soon have been dead.
So it is god wanted me to go and hunt them out
On his wish I brought them home, his wills are served no doubt.