once a day the cage bird sings
as the morning sun crosses its wings
stuffed it may be to you and me
but it is loved as you will see
trilled and thrilled in its golden cage
when life outside spins in a rage
tomorrow’s morn and the one thereafter
its songs sail to the riffs and rafter
now who is in this cage my friend
there is something in this story that will never end
once a day the cage bird sings
as every morning my day begins
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