[“It is the beautiful bird which gets caged”]
That’s true, and it brought to mind an old, old song;
Bird In A Guilded Cage
She’s only a bird in a gilded cage,
A beautiful sight to see.
You may think she’s happy and free from care
She’s not, though she seems to be.
‘Tis sad when you think of her wasted life
For youth cannot mate with age.
And her beauty was sold for an old man’s gold
She’s a bird in a gilded cage.
Thanks for the lyrics to Bird In A Gilded Cage.