A little bird told me.
No, it was more like she sang to me.
God loved birds and invented trees.
Man loved birds and invented cages.
I know you are not God but you did build a tree.
And it is such a pretty tree.
With the falling leaves and the red hot bark and oh,
those wee blue ones among the green.
And when I saw how they look just rather like me, I knew
I must be home.
If you had built this tree intending it to be a cage,
then I say trap away!
For if all cages are built just like your tree
we may never need to flee again.