In a city so bright,  
Mic the Pigeon takes flight.  
In his car, oh so fine,  
Feathers ruffled, he’ll shine.  

With a grin on his beak,  
He’s the coolest, unique.  
“I brake for sunflower seeds!” he boasts,  
As he zips, he just coast. 

Tiny bird on wheels,  
Every turn, such a thrill.  
Birds all squawk in dismay,  
“Why can’t we fly this way?”  

With a honk and a flap,  
He’s the king of the map.  
At the first whiff of snack,  
He’ll hit brakes, that’s a fact!  

Sunflower seeds in sight,  
Mic’s the bird of delight.  
So if you see him zoom,  
Know he’s chasing his bloom!  

Poem/Lyrics By: Karri Levens