On a stump, Mic the Pigeon,  
With a mic, he’s a vision.  
Puffed his chest, ready to sing,  
Jazz and chaos, he would bring.  

Squirrels paused, nuts in their paws,  
Staring wide, with open jaws.  
Birds in trees rolled their bright eyes,  
Wishing for earplugs, oh my!  

But Mic squawked with all his might,  
Living large, a true delight.   
His solo, wild, yet so free,  
Proved that joy’s for you and me.  

In that moment, he was king,  
Pigeon dreams take flight and sing.  
So let’s cheer for Mic today,  
In his chaos, find our way!  

Poem/Lyrics By: Karri Levens