The Caged Bird Sings... For Coffee
The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream 'til the current ends
and dips his wings in the orange sun rays
for coffee does wonders
But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
because he woke up on the wrong side of the bed
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings with fearful trill
of the things unknown
and the noisy neighbors that keep him awake all night
and his tune us heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings for freedom
and coffee
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and a Starbucks nearby
and he names the sky his own
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
ao he opens his throat to sing
for coffee
Chock Full o' Nuts will suffice
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings
for caffeine
(Credit given to Maya Angelou for most of the lines)