Here I hang high on hook
Flat against the cold old wall
I see you looking at me
You hurrying scurrying humans
Murmuring and muttering
I'm no thief just the keeper
Blame yourselves not the maker
I can see in and out but not all
I watch and listen and learn
TV and Hi-fi are my friends
They teach and entertain me
Without them I'd go off my dial
Staring at the scratching dog
I wish one day I could go outside
And sit among the pretty flowers
Feel the sun's warmth on my face
And talk to birds and butterflies
One day I might because I know
You care for me when batteries go
Tender touch like doctor's nurse
And that smile when you hear me
Talk and talk and talk and talk
I know I bother and bore you
But you know you can rely on me
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