You know the swallow's flown away While the parrot is still in the cage He takes off his gayest wings Look at the white sky breath of the clouds Smell of the south a sound of shining light spread You know all birds must have wings Just like human should wear clothes He puts on his redundant wings Look at the floating kite breath of the clouds Smell of the south a sound of shining light spread Can you send him a souvenir thawless ice or shining light Can you send him a souvenir untrammeled cage or common sage