Like birds in a cage we fly around
Fluttering about, and making squawking sounds
As we go about our routine mundane tasks
A little bit of pleasure is all that we ask
But sometimes this cannot be
For life is not always a pleasant melody
So make the best of what you have my friends
Smile, be happy, for we all
Have to meet our maker in the end.

~Tango~

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