A Cage Went In Search Of A Bird

Youth must go, ah yes. But youth is only being in a way like it might be an animal. No, it is not just like being an animal so much being like one of these malenky toys you viddy being sold in the streets, like little chellovecks made out of tin with a spring inside and then a winding handle on the outside and you wind it up grrr grrr grrr and off it itties, like walking, O my brothers. But it itties in a straight line and bangs straight into things bang bang and cannot help what it is doing. Being young is like being one of these malenky machines.