Happy Finches
There are some finches trapped in a cage
And I don’t know why they sing
And play and whistle all around
In a space so limiting
They are loved by everyone
And brighten up their days
With florescent lighting as their sun
Still they sing and play
Back and forth back and forth
They fly they perch they fly
There is a sure happiness
Though the ceiling is their sky
When they go to heaven
We know God will make them great
Reflecting on all the many times
They sang while in a cage
St. Michael himself knows all the birds
And their history of confining spaces
And He especially proclaims
Them angels at St. Peter’s station