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I enjoy the moan of caged bird…
Possibly, I don’t understand a single word.
He snarls, he shouts, he tries to go out,
Whatever he says, I don’t care about!
He dreams of flying with erstwhile bevy,
Swirl around the mountains heavy.
Splash in the lake, before the sun set
Collect the twigs and sticks for nest.
Scatter the sand to nibble the worm,
And cuddle the biddies to make them warm.
How cruel I am, if he can’t fly…
There is no mean of this empty sky.
How cruel I am if he can’t live in a nest,
There is no mean of the spring’s greenest.
How cruel I am, if he can’t dive in a lake,
It must be spilled away, for god sakes.
How cruel I am, I never realize
To make him free and do apologize.
So, I didn’t hesitate a bit to abye,
And he fled without saying goodbye.