My beautiful canary.
The little bird in her golden cage, she was once a glorious little thing.
Her chirps would lighten my day with delight and joyfulness.
The thing is,
I DISLIKE when my beautiful canary dares to sing her lullaby for anyone else but me.
Her beautiful chirps sing a lullaby that she wrote just for me.
Oh, my beautiful canary, your beautiful dress glows with the golden shackles on your hands and feet.
Your once cheerful chirps no longer fill my house with joy.
I peer into your beautiful golden cage that I built for you and only you.
Crafted by anything you want to be said by me.
Oh, my beautiful canary, I peered into your cage and saw you staring at me without those eyes of yours.
Eyes that I wish for only you to gaze upon me with and no one else.
Your once gleeful eyes that once stared at me now look at me with such distastefulness.
Why is that?
Haven’t I given you the golden cage that you so wanted?