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