Lyrics
A Beautiful Dove flew through the air,
Peaceful. Gentle. Without a care.
It finally lit in an old Olive tree
On a branch, hanging over, my new SUV!
Without any warning, it released a Great Glob
Of yellowish-white poop, on my shiny paint job!
An accident, I thought, until the wink of it's eye
Said this was surely on purpose. That pigeon must die!
So I rushed inside to retrieve a shot gun,
And I blasted that bird. I tell ya, What fun!!
What is the moral of this poetic wit?
Be wary of Doves, and don't take their sh___!
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