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I am a little caged bird, you see: 

I look and I see tiny silver bars crisscross my view; 
I’m never seeing the world in full, 
Never, 
Only bars and squares of thin silver-coloured rods. 

Outside, the wind blows fresh and strong; 
But it never blows my way, never once! 
If only I could be let out once
Just so I can flap my wings;
Just so to get a stretch, 
Just to be sure I can still fly. 

Years have I been here; 
Possibly my wings can't fly. 
Maybe my bones are filled out now, 
Maybe I have become too heavy -
Maybe, I’m not even worth being let out. 

I flap them once in a while 
Just to check them out, 
But that's nearly not enough: 
It doesn't really test my feathers out.

I see the other birds soar and glide, 
I see them flap and jump, 
They toss and yaw, 
And swirl and hover; 
But me, poor me, 
I can only watch them in their glee, 
And I say: 
If only I could be let out once!

Here, they give me food and water; 
That's generous of my keepers, 
But corn and rice are hardly my favourites. 
If only I could sip from the stream 
And beak into remains of fruit and greens; 
If only I was made to search worms: 
Those treats, 
And even pieces of bread thrown about; 
But I’m always here - alone.

I had friends, too - even lovers! 
I grew where many a ripe cock courted me; 
I was the toast of our nest 
And all about it, 
But since I've been here I'm sure they're all taken. 
I shall never have fertile eggs, 
Never make a nest, 
Never raise chicks, 
And will die alone here in this ‘mesh-meshy’ prison.

I am just a caged bird, you see!

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