Poisoning Pigeons In The Park

Spring is here, a-suh-puh-ring is here.

Life is skittles and life is beer.

I think the loveliest time of the year is the spring.

(I do) Dont you? Course you do.

But theres one thing that makes spring complete for me,

And makes every Sunday a treat for me.

All the world seems in tune

When were poisoning pigeons in the park.

Every Sunday youll see

As we poison the pigeons in the park.

When they see us coming, the birdies all try anhide,

But they still go for peanuts when coated with cyanide.

The suns shining bright,

When were poisoning pigeons in the park.

Weve gained notoriety,

And caused much anxiety

In the Audubon Society

With our games.

They call it impiety,

Of unpleasant names.

But its not against any religion

To want to dispose of a pigeon.

So if Sunday youre free,

And well poison the pigeons in the park.

And maybe well do

While were poisoning pigeons in the park.

Well murder them all amid laughter and merriment,

Ex-cept for the few we take home to experiment.

My pulse will be quikenin

We feed to a pigeon.

It just takes a smidgen!

To poison a pigeon in the park.