Come free this mind from bars and shade,
Allow my longed for serenade
Tis time to sing of love and joy,
With thoughts our feathered friends employ
Of sweet refrain I’ll chirp and trill,
To soar and dream at freedoms will,
To swoop and glide o’er hills and glen
Until such time we meet again
Should e’er thou feel for my sad plight,
E’en deign to plan escape to flight
Please know although I am so confined,
My spirits bowed yet not resigned
