The Prisoner

I live within a small dark space
You hardly ever see my face
Beneath me there are things that turn
What they are I hope to learn

I've been a prisoner all my life
I've not had children or a wife
I cannot even move around
'coz I am most securely bound

Once in a while I get to see
out of this prison that holds me
I feel it starting, must prepare
for my next view of what's out there

My little prison starts to vibrate
No longer will I have to wait
Now the closed doors open wide
At last, another look outside

I'll call for help in that strange land
and perhaps someone will understand
It is the one thing I can do
The time has come, I yell ... "Cuckoo"

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