To A Caged Little Corella

It's cruel that you should be kept in a cage That you be forced to live in such a way Your kin birds many miles from here live free But here in small wired prison you must stay. You call aloud and listen for reply But little corellas living nowhere near The nearest flock in dry country live free One hundred K's as crow might fly from here. One such as you not meant to live alone As you belong to social family But for man's amusement you're kept in a cage In garden where wild singing birds live free. With scarce enough room to flap your snow white wings You yearn for freedom of the open sky Here in green garden where the myna sings And all winged creatures their freedom enjoy. No creature should be born or kept in cage As death sounds far nicer than captivity And captive corella's instincts tell him he Should be with kin up in the dry country.