In The Feathered Nest, so bright, Mic the Pigeon took his flight. Nervous by the mic he stood, Excitement mixed with fear, oh good!
Rock, drummer, white neck gleamed, In the spotlight, he beamed and dreamed. Drums adorned with stickers bright, Ready for a jazzy night.
“Welcome, friends!” Mic called with cheer, The crowd erupted, loud and clear. “Rock, tell us how you drummed, From park to stage, how you’ve come!”
“I banged on boxes, oh so fun, With friends, we played, our hearts would run.” “Then rock music caught my ear, I flew to join, no hint of fear!”
“I hope to spark dreams, take flight, With music, we’ll soar through the night!” The crowd cheered loud, a joyful sound, In this club, their dreams were found.
