A little one lights on a tree
Then flies away, fast and free
Small and strong, hard to catch
Why can’t the little one be me?
A small cage without a latch
Never trying to be held fast
Not a captive, always out
Why can’t the little one be me?
Everywhere, all about
One can never begin to doubt
That life is better left be
Why can’t the little one be me?
Why can people only see,
What they have, not what could be?
Better to know and be out of a home
Why can’t the little one be me?
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