THE PARROT'S SONG

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By RAFFI

(1837–1888)

With nuts and sweets and dainty fare,

My lady feeds me oft.

She decks my cage with tender care,

And hands so white and soft.

But not a moment’s joy can give

This pampering care to me,

Since as a prisoner here I live,

In gilded misery.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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