Oh, is it 'share song lyrics' time?
All the world seems in tune
On a spring afternoon
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park.
Every Sunday you'll see
My sweetheart and me
As we poison the pigeons in the park
When they see us coming
The birdies all try an' hide,
But they still go for peanuts
When coated with cyan-hide.
The sun's shining bright,
Everything seems all right
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park.
We've gained notoriety
And caused much anxiety
In the Audubon Society
With our games.
They call it impiety
And lack of propriety
And quite a variety of unpleasant names.
But it's not against any religion
To want to dispose of a pigeon.
