Classic Poem

Out from Its Fine Cage

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!"EnglishUnknown