Little bird

Sing me a song, my little caged bird.

Sing me tunes of flying in the blue sky.

Warble out a song for me,

Little caged bird.

Little bird,

Sheltered behind brass bars and silver bells.

Never reaching the moon,

Singing by the window,

Of dreams of touching a cloud.

Keep on singing, my little trapped bird.

Sing to me in the trills of

Bells and chimes.

Sing me a song, my little slave bird.

Tunes and melodies,

Harmonies and lullabies.

Do you still sing when I pluck your wings?

Will you sing as I clip your pinions?

When I hold you in my hand,

Will you sing as I stop your escape?

Let me hear your little chirps,

Your whistling,

Let me hear your secrets.

Sing to me, little bird,

Sing while you stay

Trapped,

Imprisoned,

Bound,

In my golden brass cage.