The parrot’s dwelling is in the Western lands,
But with a huntsman’s net it is caught to be delivered.
A fair lady will play with it day and night;
Coming in and going out thru her bedchamber's curtain.
A golden cage is to store the living gift away:
Just lock it in, and it will lose its feathered clothes.
Much better is to be a wild goose or a white crane
To live up in the cloudy heavens.
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