Would you muzzle a humming bird
To hear it sing no more
Would you bottle a honey bee
To taste no more toffee
Like a bird that mustn’t sing
Like a bee that may not work
Is a preacher who may not speak
Like a creature that mustn’t shriek
No more singing you said
No more working you bee
Muzzle your beak you bird
Put a lid upon your word
Like a dog upon a chain
Is a cat within a cage
Like a muso who may not play
Is a teacher who mustn’t say
Like a poet who may not write
Told suppress and not express
Like an artist who mustn’t paint
As one who may no more create
It is a night upon the soul
Like a bedding down at day
It is sickness to the heart
When a hope can play no part
