Green finch and linnet bird,
nightingale, blackbird,
how is it you sing?
How can you jubilate singing in cages,
never taking wing?
Outside the sky waits beckoning,
beckoning,
just beyond the bars.
How can you remain staring at the rain,
maddened by the stars?
How is it you sing?
Anything, how is it you sing?
Green finch and linnet bird,
nightingale,
blackbird,
how is it you sing?
Whence comes this melody constantly flowing?
Is it rejoicing or merely hallowing?
Are you discussing or fussing or simply dreaming?
Are you crowing?
Are you screaming?
Springtoven robinette,
is it for wages singing to be sold?
Have you decided it's safer in cages singing when you're told?
My cage has many rooms, damask and dark,
nothing there sings,
not even a lark.
Larks never will you know when they're captive,
teach me
to be more adaptive.
Oh,
green finch and linnet bird,
nightingale,
blackbird,
teach me how to sing.
If I cannot fly,
let me sing.