I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings

 
Because there’s nothing good on telly
He needs birdseed for his belly

He’s forgotten how to whistle
Or he’s sitting on a thistle

He’s trying to break his mirror
Or annoy your nervous mother

fed up with ringing his bell
He’s got no stories left to tell

He’s singing cause he’s in the bath
Unable to talk, unable to laugh

He’s trying to scare away the cat
That’s why his singing it’s always flat

He’s auditioning for The Voice
If he’d found Jesus he’d rejoice

He’s fed up with endless ‘Tweets’
Having claws instead of feets

He’s fed up being a bird
He sings in order to get heard

Because he’s in a bloody cage
Getting in touch with his inner rage

Why he sings, the question seems dumb
Like Mel Gibson, he just wants his freedom