Free

My wings you will clip never,
I'll be footloose forever.
I'll go out when I like
I'll stay out all night
Till' you get to the end of your tether.

And then I'll get older and God,
Won't I behave like a little sod.
Hormones will be raging,
You'll try and cage me,
But your attempts will just flop.

But then I'll meet a man,
I'll impress as hard as I can.
My lips will be sealed,
My fragile heart revealed,
And in I will stay canned.

Although I made a vow to be free,
Said no one would ever cage me,
I've been held in by him,
Oh what a sin,
For the bluebird I'm full of envy.