Too much of a prison for home;
Mr. Macaw was in a great rage,
And so he settled to roam.
The cage-door was open, the window too
(Strange chance, both open together!),
So he took his chance and away he flew;
But, alas! it was wintry weather.
Wind from the north, ground covered with rime,
A frost that made your limbs shiver;
Poor Mr. Macaw! this was not like the clime