A bright yellow canary bird
With traces of blue and beak pink;
Captive she was, her conditions bleak,
Running around in her cage iron black
Searching for escape, that's a fact,
A great song bird she was, in her days wild
No sooner thrust in cage, her songs declined,
Now barely able to flap her wings
How unfair of us, expecting her to sing!
Numerous times, she appealed for freedom
But to no avail, was given attention seldom,
Like a circus clown, we wanted her to perform
Entertain us, when she would rather in sorrows drown,
Then one bright morning, as we gathered round the cage
To our great dismay found
Her prayers have been granted
The song bird forever has left the cage.
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