you sweet, sweet animal
what has become of you now?
constricted in despair
your sweet, sweet melodies
what a miserable sound
they tell of a life behind bars
were you not meant to fly?
fly to the heavens, dear bird
for soon you will die
those in love with vanity
have kept you a prisoner
keep your head high, young bird
for you will soon have a visitor
sing, beautiful creature, sing!
sing till your last dying breath
sing, beautiful creature, sing!
before you are laid to rest