A Bird Cage and my Heart

I have a thing or two to tell

About a heart that goes amiss.

Now you may have heard

Of stories of hearts and empty rib cages;

Of men who gave them freely,

Or stowed them away for safe keeping.

You may have heard of that old tin man

Who all he never had was a beating little heart.

But those men are foolish

And careless in way.

Why, with a soul like that,

Any heart wouldn't stay.

And what does that metal man think

That he's miserable with no heart.

Well he's never had a heart to begin with;

How should he know?

Well I've got a tale

Of a cage without a heart.

It all begins with me,

And the tale of my heart.

You see had a heart,

Very lovely and fair.

I loved it terribly much

And it, I assumed the same

  But unfortunately it wasn't so,

For it had found it dreary;

Too lonely in its cage.

And so upon one day

When I was out and about,

It twiddle and fiddled

With the link upon the cage.

Finding it a bit bizarre

To see my heart behave this way,

I foolishly opened me up

To ask what of the matter.

With fortune of opportunity

My dearest heart took flight.

 And off away he went 

Without me to depart.

I ran so hard and as swift as I could

But one without a heart

Loses hope to run so far.

And so away it went

Forever from my cage

There's nothing more unnerving

Than to lose what gave you love.

And so when you cross by

That guffy man and rusty man,

Remember how ungrateful

Those foolish men have been

For I loved mine just so

As any girl would do.

But none could feel such greif

than one who's heart flew and left.