Working on the next page of my comic about Phill from GCHQ, where a lark is caught in a camouflage net...
Made me think of these lines from he Swedish poet Bellman.
Men, min Anna Greta! men!
Nu är jag lik fogeln snärd i garnet,
Som vil ut til sin frihet igen,
Och har knapt döden til vän.
Well... that was only for Scandinavians