My Little Bird

Sing to me my little bird,
To help me get through the day.
Sing a song no one has heard,
A song free, light, and gay.        

We’re trapped, my little bird, together,
In our own lonely, little cage.
Sing away the cold March weather,
Use your song for our pains, to assuage.  

No matter how much he hates you, my little bird,
I will keep you safe from harm.
He thinks my love for you is absurd,
But he’s never here alone at this accursed farm.  

Sometimes I look out at the poplar trees,
And I see those as my bars.
Just like those bars on your cage,
Keeping you, my little bird, from flying afar.

My little bird..... I could not save you,
But at least now you are free.
Your spirit will fly into the blue,
Past those long, tall, poplar trees.