I was captive in chaos for such a long time
The big cats working there have brought strength to my wings
And my will to seek freedom from psychotic rage.
People call it the white house. It is a bird cage.
I can devote my loyalties to other things.
I am ready to fly, though it’s been a hard climb.
There’s another big cat who is friendly to me.
He feels I know a few songs that he’d like to hear.
I’ve developed my singing skills under duress.
I have heard about coal mines. That one is a mess!
Now that I’m with the wiser cat, I have less fear.
Could a plan be worked out in which we both agree?
Miners will use canaries as little scapegoats.
We appear to be yellow and loyal to red.
But those miners are foolish. Why haven’t they gone?
When the cave-in occurs they will ache for the dawn.
I am just a canary who sleeps in no bed
But my own. I don’t mind if you put that in quotes.