Oh little yellow bird,
Trapped in this brass cage.
Sitting on your little plastic branch,
Singing all day long,
With your bright chery voice.
Singing and singing,
Singing for those brass bars to open,
Hoping to one day f away,
Spreading your yellow wings,
As do I.
Dear yellow bird,
You and I shall not be the same,
I open those brass prison bars,
Setting you free.
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