The Bird on the golden perch, strained her neck and bent her head
To look around and down,
You should never try to fly, her master said.
The master had a little son, who opened the tiny chain
Tie me oh boy lest I fall cried the bird in vain
The boy was but only a kid; he could not undo what he did
And he left the bird unchained.
A howling wind came rushing in
Rocking the golden stand
Loosing her grip the bird fell down
Frightened out of her mind
The wings on her back trembled and shuddered
But what for the bird never knew
She dared to look up and there she saw
Her kith and kin in the blue
They were like kites without thread
And she joined her folks in the sky over head
Her master came running with the chain in hand
Waving at his pet flying in the sky
She is not looking back, she is not looking down
To the chains she had bed goodbye
