|Why live with pigeons?
There's danger you know,
Can't adopt just one, the craving will
There's no doubt they're addictive,
wherein lies the danger,
While living with lots, you'll grow
poorer (and stranger?).
One pij is so funny, and two are no trouble,
The more, the merrier, they're all so
The third is a honey, the fourth one's
You can live in a house full, with the
greatest of ease.
So how 'bout another -- or two if you
They're really quite easy, but oh Lord,
With pigeons on furniture, and pigeons
And their toys and things, "It's no
bother," you've said.
So, invite some more pigeons, you can
always find room,
And a little more time, for the dust
cloth and broom.
There's hardly a limit, to the pigeons
The thought of a cutback, sure makes
Each one is so special, so unique and
Food and care bills grow larger, you
spend much more money.
Your folks never visit, few friends
come to stay,
Except other bird folks, who live the
Is it worth it you wonder? Are you caught
in a trap?
Then your pigeon pals fly over, and
into your lap.
Their coos say your special, and you
know that you will,
Keep your feathered friends, in spite
of the bill.