trouble is a friend

“Miss Mary had a canary, a pretty one at that.
She sang to it every day, and every day it sang back.
Then, one day, Miss Mary wasn't feeling very merry,
so she fed that canary to a hungry little cat.
But she missed it so, and the nights were cold,
so she drowned herself in an acid vat.”

source: "handcuffs" @ uncomfortable.livejournal.com