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“I live in a cage,” the robin said.
“My beak is sharp and my tummy is red.”
“I’m warming up,” said the soup in the pot
“And soon I shall be nice and hot.”
“You’ll boil, friend soup!” the robin said
“They’ll eat you then, and you’ll be dead!”
“I know,” said the soup. “I’ll be seasoned with sage.
And they’ll gobble me up. But you’re in a cage.”