A naive bird of daredevil fate
saunter on strange path,
and grope for free rein to go gay
It hopes to survive on wild hay,
and stray far to the lion den.
I don't have to question its desire
to love and feel for wild beast,
till lion crush her soft bone
I will borrow the lens of prudence,
and woo a dove biddable to my voice!
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