>The labrat is born in her mother’s arms
>The child goes here to be filled with words of meaning
>And she goes there to keep her cage
>When they are together in the cage they are apart
>Each being filled with happiness by themselves
>The child’s world shrinks as another grows
>He is growing up, she says
>I am growing up, he says
>The child develops and his heart calls for his world
>But it is gone for it has had no time to grow
>The child finishes aging
>He now goes where she does
>Both living in their separate cages
>I am happy, she says
>I am happy, he says
>She dies and he grows older
>He catches on
>I am a labrat, he says
>I am a labrat
>I must die, he says
>I must die
>He tries, but is noticed
>He is sent to the center for the diseased
>And is cured
>I am the happiest, he says
>He grows older
>And is sent away to a cell
>He dies there, alone.