Birds crammed in a basket, feeling all squashed in
Looking out to see the world and wishing they were thin
Birds of different sizes, eyes look here and there
Taking in the different things, trying not to stare
Sometimes Lisbeth moves them, puts them on the floor
(Gives a new perspective) but never near the door
I don't know why she worries, they really cannot fly
But one day I am hoping that I'll see them in the sky
Birds of different sizes, eyes look here and there
Taking in the different things, trying not to stare
Sometimes Lisbeth moves them, puts them on the floor
(Gives a new perspective) but never near the door
I don't know why she worries, they really cannot fly
But one day I am hoping that I'll see them in the sky
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