CAGED
IHAVE a caged bird,He beats the bars;Wild and bright his eyes,On his breast, scars.An oriole whistles;My bird has not a note,Though I can see the songTrembling in his throat.Other birds fly southTo the green pampas floor,But in the blue airMine spreads his wings no more.I have a caged bird,He neither flies nor sings,But when the house is stillI hear the beat of wings.
IHAVE a caged bird,He beats the bars;Wild and bright his eyes,On his breast, scars.An oriole whistles;My bird has not a note,Though I can see the songTrembling in his throat.Other birds fly southTo the green pampas floor,But in the blue airMine spreads his wings no more.I have a caged bird,He neither flies nor sings,But when the house is stillI hear the beat of wings.
IHAVE a caged bird,He beats the bars;Wild and bright his eyes,On his breast, scars.
An oriole whistles;My bird has not a note,Though I can see the songTrembling in his throat.
Other birds fly southTo the green pampas floor,But in the blue airMine spreads his wings no more.
I have a caged bird,He neither flies nor sings,But when the house is stillI hear the beat of wings.
Transcriber’s Notes:Typographical errors have been silently corrected
Transcriber’s Notes:
Typographical errors have been silently corrected