Oh, I have seen caged birds sing
but never with joy...

And nothing would break my heart more
than should your melodies, by my hand,
be transformed into threnodies sung
to mourn the loss your own joyful soul.

And should any come-downers climb up
to our post to command our descent-
I will descend to defend our perch
and fight to ensure the down-senders- sent.

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So stopsign blues on a sidewalk street
impose a rhythm on your dancing feet
but a thought that, maybe- the sign is stuck
"Stop" as an imperative without any luck.

But unlike his sharp- your command's kind.
In stopping me you planted smiles inside-
if nurtured they'll grow until their release.
Though we met on the corner-
                let's explore the whole street!