Classic Poem

Out from its fine cage flies the nightingale.
The little boy cries when he finds no more
His little bird in its bright new cage;
And in tears he says: "Who opened its door?"
And in tears he says: "Who opened its door?"
Then out in a wood he goes walking
And hears the sweet song of that fledgling.
"Come back to my garden, oh, sweet nightingale!
Come back to my garden, oh, sweet nightingale!"