FOR A VERY LONG TIME a cage stood in the corner of an attic It was surrounded by other discarded things old suitcases books a guitar a lamp And how did the cage feel It felt useless and unwanted What good is an empty cage it thought I have to do something II
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The cage rocked its way over to the window With great effort it got up onto the ledge Don't do it cried the suitcase It s a long way down twanged the guitar I can stay here no longer said the cage Why I was made to keep a bird and to hang up in a nice house and to bring pleasure Goodbye my friends The cage
