The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
As I walk slowly up the hill
Not knowing yet what I am to do
He doesn't cease his trill to coo
The frantic notes
The flapping wings
My arms like totes
As I hold this thing
A top the hill
There is a tree
The caged bird continues his trill
Though it's too dark to see
I open the door of the cage
And out he flew in a happy rage
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