Bird In a Cage
an endless store of millet seed
far more than you could ever need
with water pure as any rill
yours to bathe or drink at will
for companionship,a looking glass
to ease the lonely hours that pass
you now have all there is to give
this gilded nest in which you live
yes,my feathered friend 'tis true
all of this is all for you
and all you ever have to do...is sing!
and may your heart be seldom sad
apart from things you never had
for it never was your destiny...to fly
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