I know why the caged bird sings,

To distract us from its lack of wings.

He puts our entertainment above many things.

Through Chords strung tight His voice Rings.

I respect the cadged bird.

I don’t mind his lies, all of which I’ve heard.

Since I’m wise and don’t follow his word.

That bird can’t hurt me, his word: absurd.

As I watched from my plate I see him clinging,

to the rope round his n3ck to stop it from swinging.

Loudly he sings, plucking cadge bars like strings.

But they’re not strings and he’s not singing.

It’s just something we tell ourselves to stop our ears from ringing.

The bird will suffer his lack of wings and we will have a quiet meal.

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I know why the caged bird sings,

To distract us from its lack of wings.

I respect the cadged bird.

Loudly he sings, plucking cadge bars like strings

But they’re not strings and he’s not singing

It’s just something we tell ourselves so our ears stop ringing

The bird will suffer his lack of wings and we will have a quiet meal.