Mic The Pigeon Interviews Rock On Stage
In The Feathered Nest, so bright, Mic the Pigeon took his flight. Nervous by the mic he stood, Excitement mixed
In The Feathered Nest, so bright, Mic the Pigeon took his flight. Nervous by the mic he stood, Excitement mixed
In a town small and bright, Pebbles danced in morning light. Mountains tall, a grand embrace, Woods of wonder, her
On a rooftop high, Little Gracie would sigh, Watching people rush, In their daily hush. With a heart full of
In a village small and bright, Lived a pigeon, pure delight. Rock was cheerful, full of glee, Spreading joy for
Once upon a time, In a village so fine, Lived a pigeon named Little Grace, With a soft, gentle face.
Gracie the Pigeon, so bold and bright, Lived in a city, a beautiful sight. She loved to fly, explore every
Under the bright spotlight, Rock the Pigeon takes flight. Proudly behind his drums, Joyful energy hums. With a focused gaze,
In a city so bright, Mic the Pigeon takes flight. In his car, oh so fine, Feathers ruffled, he’ll shine.
In shadows deep, I cry, “You are my God,” I sigh. My times are in Your hand, In chaos, I
In a lively city, Where the food smells gritty, Pebbles struts on high, With a gleam in her eye, Belting