I am Pavarotti
A small yellow bird
So stuck in this cage.
Kurt.
I think that's his name.
Kurt? Kurt!
Won't you let me out?
Can't I play with you?
Can't you hear me?
Oh.
There's Blaine.
Kurt and Blaine…sittin' in a tree…
Finally k-i-s-s-i-n-g!
Finally!
I sat
And I sang
The day away
All day.
Because, well,
That's what I do.
I sit and sing.
With Blaine.
And, now,
With Kurt, too.
I am Pavarotti.
And I am perfect.
Here in this cage.
A perfect, untouched yellow bird…
Who never learned to fly.
Kurt, Blaine…
Don't be like me!
Don't flee
From every fight!
Sing with me!
Doh-Ray-Mi!
Singing is so pretty.
I'm so glad I hear
Kurt sing
With Blaine.
Baby it's cold outside…
Oh,
Kurt, Blaine,
I'm sorry.
But I really can't stay.
I must go now
And
Fly
Away.