Inside that rusted grate
I faced a cherubs plight
They fried the crumbs I ate
To clip me small and slight
In yoke I dream of flight
Then Cerberus odd glower
His growls adorn the night
In cupboard bunk I cower
Head binders wield all power
It squeezes out relief
Ill bide a golden shower
Their bottom growth the brief
Theyll clip in weighted wings
An older cherub brings
Chorus wings fins pinions
