关于去年的翻译任务中的一首待认领的诗Piccola

PICCOLA1

Poor, sweet Piccola! Did you hear
What happened to Piccola, children dear?
'T is seldom Fortune such favor grants
As fell to this little maid of France.

'Twas Christmas-time, and her parents poor
Could hardly drive the wolf from the door,
Striving with poverty's patient pain
Only to live till summer again.

No gifts for Piccola! Sad were they
When dawned the morning of Christmas-
day;
Their little darling no joy might stir,
St. Nicholas nothing would bring to her!

But Piccola never doubted at all
That something beautiful must befall
Every child upon Christmas-day,
And so she slept till the dawn was gray.

And full of faith, when at last she woke,
She stole to her shoe as the morning
broke;
Such sounds of gladness filled all the air,
'T was plain St. Nicholas had been there!

In rushed Piccola sweet, half wild:
Never was seen such a joyful child.
``See what the good saint brought!'' she
cried,
And mother and father must peep inside.

Now such a story who ever heard?
There was a little shivering bird!
A sparrow, that in at the window flew,
Had crept into Piccola's tiny shoe!

``How good poor Piccola must have been!''
She cried, as happy as any queen,
While the starving sparrow she fed and
warmed,
And danced with rapture, she was so
charmed.

Children, this story I tell to you,
Of Piccola sweet and her bird, is true.
In the far-off land of France, they say,
Still do they live to this very day.

诗歌是这样的，翻起来挺难。哪位同学能翻译一下？对我来说有点难，或者谁能帮我弄弄，给我点灵感。

找到一个这样的东西

Once there lived in France a little girl name Piccola. When she was very young， her father died， and her mother was very， very poor.
　　One Christmas Eve Piccola said to her mother， "Mamma， will Uncle Santa come to our house tonight？" Her mother felt very sad and shook her head.
　　Before she went to bed， Piccola took off her little wooden shoes and put them on the floor near the chimney. She said to her mother， “Perhaps Uncle Santa will come.”
　　All was white with snow outside， and it  was very cold.
　　In the night a little bird with a broken wing fell down the chimney and hopped into one of the shoes. Very early in the morning Piccola woke up. She jumped out of bed and ran to look into her shoes.
　　There she saw the little bird in one of the shoes. She picked up the shoe and ran to show her Christmas present to her mother. She said， "Santa Claus did not forget me， Mamma."