I am the pigeon friend, they flock to me With their coos and flutters, they bring me glee
They perch on my shoulders, they peck at my hand I feed them crumbs, they think I'm grand I talk to them softly, they listen with care They bob their heads, as if to declare
I am the pigeon friend, with feathers in my hair But I don't mind, for they bring me joy beyond compare