Percy Wood Pigeon just waddles around
in our Mum’s garden, not making a sound.
He’s fat and lazy and stays here all day
picking up anything Mum throws his way.
He can’t fit on feeders, he’s much too fat,
he’s just a target for our next door’s cat,
he sits in the tree that’s over our run
and Mum moans about all the mess he’s done.
Now and again his wife comes here to stay,
she doesn’t stay long and soon flies away.
We bark at him loud but he shows no fear,
and Mum says to leave him ‘cos he lives here.
Wikipedia – Wood Pigeon