human
What did they bring me here for? I say, I want to go! How shall I ever find her When I am locked in so? They lied to me-- 'Twas once there in the street, Where I sat on a doorstep To rest my aching feet. They say, 'We'll lead you to her,' And many times said, 'Come,' At last I followed, eager To find my little one. But when I bid them bring her. They answer, 'By and by.' Just turn the key, please, won't you, And let me slip out sly?