A Little Bird I Am, Shut From The Fields Of Air, And In My Cage I Sit And Sing To Him Who Placed Me There: Well Pleased A Prisoner To Be, Because, My God, It Pleases Thee! Naught Have I Else To Do; I Sing The Whole Day Long; And He Whom Most I Love To Please Doth Listen To My Song, He Caught And Bound My Wandering Wing, But Still He Bends To Hear Me Sing."