Free the birds
Free all the birds
if they fly, walk or run they all have beaks and claws
none of them know the escape clause

Caged, nested, roosted they all have their place
The nightinggale sings in Berkeley Square
the laying bird plops out eggs onto the hay
the rooster crows like tomorrow is here

Free the birds
Once they have entered your world
they are uncanny members of your family

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