Rattle my cage.

Go ahead, Human.

Wake me up

From a peaceful dream.

I have big hair

And big, open eyes.

I try to understand my world

And everything in it, but I can't,

And someone wants to marry me,

But I can't do that either.

I'm only five years old.

But someone wants to rattle my cage

And tell the world my age 

And other things about me

That even I don't know.

Like a tiger in a terrible traveling show

With a cruel trainer.

Im scarred up, already,

With a notch on both my ears.

But I have no fear of you, strange human.

You, who have no regard or respect

For the Spirit of Bard,

That burns so deeply from my heart,

Branding every thing I touch

As MINE!

And if you come too near

Without reverential love

Shining from your mind and eyes,

I'll pounce on you,

And eat you for breakfast,

And spit out your bones

While you're still alive,

And marry what's left of you for supper,

Because I'm only five,

But that's what I've learned to do so far

From watching this awful traveling circus

Called The World go by,

With all of its cruel trainers.

-jenn