Bird in its cage wishes to be free;
Freedom and only freedom is what it desires;
The world outside is vast and cruel;
Yet freedom from its cage, it desire.
The world is full of seas, rivers and falls;
But for water its search would be on;
In its cage, water is at hand;
Yet the bird's desire to be free is still on.
Outside there would be little to eat;
In the cage grain is served enough;
In the open a hunter may be out with his net;
But its desire to be free is ever tough.
Without a fear of being hunted;
Through its cage it would try to squeeze;
To be free it would try and try;
And when the cage opens, away it would fly,
Along with the gentle breeze.