Joey The Canary

Tossed and scrambled in a cage some sixteen miles below. I attempted sending

Codes, but only ghosts reply, and it's cramped in here. Though the

Freezer's packed with a hundred crates of beer, it won't wash away my

Tears, my fear. Considered writing novels. I thought hard about this

Career, solved a dozen famous mysteries, but still I can't be clear if

There is anybody up there, perhaps it's been a year. Is there still

Anybody up there? No fear. Is there anybody up there, was you ever

There at all?(4x)