O pigeon my pigeon,
I watch you fly so nice then land,
Flying through the air you are so neat and grand.
Some people call you rats with wings,
But I think you more queens and kings.
Your feathers are a lovely shade,
you are surely heaven made.
You fly so swiftly through the sky,
You are so lovely my oh my!
You like to be in Union Square,
and I like to feed you there.
Your little beaks peck for the food,
Oh I hope it tastes so good.
So dear pigeon it is true,
I will love no bird but you.
I wrote that beautiful piece of literature my senior year of High School.
PS Brian, they are watching you....
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