Kids,Don'T Kill My Bird

He's of a bright yellow and auburn color, and Autumn leaves match his feathers well; what a gorgeous canary stands on my window-sill... and I call him the friendliest, most talented warbler! Next door, there are heartless and crazy boys who harm birds by using slings and stones to bring them down, and then watch them die by inflicting more pain; that's so cruel, don't ever do it to another canary, rascals! Kids, don't kill my bird...he's a useful animal with the biggest heart in the Fauna's kingdom, if he ever died, I would be confined to dreary boredom! Let him live, so that I can continue living through the Fall! He comes to visit me hardly flipping his wings so fragile, and he surprises me sometimes, while I play at the piano so carried away by the notes that himself sings for me in a triad chord so simple; would you want to hear him sing that melody...are you listening to me? Birds are put in cages, if they were wild animals like lions and tigers, but they are the beautiful and gentle creatures of the Wild and they run from hunters, not from bird-watchers...and you say,"They aren't intelligent or wise!" Watch them in their habitat: you'll learn to adore them, and love them for life! Kids, don't kill my bird...he has caring parents like those in a loving family, I rescued him from a forest's trap...his legs were caught and they bled; I took him home and gave him first aid, and he miraculously survived! Did God send this bird to me...to test me how compassionate I would be?