Poem

But I must say, I am a bird used to a cage The cage it seems is always open, But the owner was nice enough To offer food Water even a cage, a nice one Surely other birds, Live in in worse cages, than I do I have it better I must give thanks to my owner For conditioning me to live in a cage, I birds are born to fly I know better, I am a bird myself My owner says the outside world is Dangerous, full of humans and animals that Eat birds like me, A worls without the warmth of my cage A world without food provided, A world wher water is dirty and available In abundance in some places but scarce on other places. My owner says I'm lucky, I am a wealthy bird, Even my owner has, I seems decided, that as I am right now, am a bird of wealth, But a friend said bids don't need wealth, He's gone now though, I guess he didn't know any better