Here's a song I wrote a few years back for a canary I met in a petshop who really seemed to want me to take him home but I didn't have the $... Not sure why I'm posting it here except maybe others have experienced these feelings at one time or another...
Shifty little eyes
Shifty little feet
Whistles to himself
As he rocks to his own beat
He's got those
Something's--gonna--get--me--
This--life'll--never--fit--me--
Yellow--bird--in--a--cage blues...
A prisoner of time and space
A captive behind bars
Dreaming he can fly
While he gazes at the stars
And sings those
Something's--gonna--get--me--
This--world--has--up--and--quit--me--
Yellow--bird--in--a--cage blues...
He don't like it in this place
But he's afraid he'll never leave
No one to watch his back
All he can do is bob and weave
And keep on singin' those
Something'--gonna--get--me--
Chew--me--up--and--spit--me--out--
Yellow--bird--in--a--cage blues...
And I'm a lot like him, you see,
Just give me my own mirror,
A place where I can perch,
And I'll sing for you, my dear
'Cause I know those
Something's--gonna--get--me--
Though--I--know--you'd--never--hit--me--
Yellow--bird--in--a--cage--
Always--trapped--on--center--stage--
You--can--never--set--me--free--
So--go--away--and--let--me--be--
It--doesn't--matter--anyway blues............birdseed!
~Merry