They have him in a cageAnd little children runTo offer him well-meant bits of bun,And very common people say, "My word!Ain't he a 'orrible bird!"And the smart, "How absurd!Poor, captive, draggled, downcast lord of the air!"
Steadfast in his despair,He doth not rage;But with unconquerable eyeAnd soul aflame to fly,Considereth the sun.
