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Spring is here
A-spuh-ring is here
Life is skittles
And life is beer
I think the loveliest time of the year
Is the spring
I do
Don't you?
'Course you do
But there's one thing that makes spring complete for me
And makes every Sunday a treat for me!
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 the birdies all try and hide
But they still go for peanuts when coated with cyanide
The sun's shining bright
Everything seems alright
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park!
Lala, la lala, la
Doo deedee, do dooo
We've gained notoriety
And caused much anxiety
In the Audubon society
With our games
They call it "impeity"
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!
So, if Sunday you're free
Why don't you come with me?
And we'll poison the pigeons in the park!
And maybe we'll do in a squirrel or two
While we're poisoning pigeons in the park
We'll murder them all, amid laughter and merriment
Except for the few we take home to experiment
My pulse will be quick'n'n'
With each drop of strychen'n'
That we feed to a pigeon
(It just takes a smidgen!)
To poison a pigeon in the park!
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