In the heart of the park,  
Pigeon Rock made his mark.  
With wings that flapped like hair,  
He drummed without a care.  

In the park, his drum set,  
Picnic tables, no regret.  
Park-goers paused to stare,  
Sandwiches in mid-air.  

“Is that a bird?” they gasped,  
As he played, they clasped.  
Rhythms filled the bright day,  
Pigeons swayed away.  

“Forget snacks!” they all cried,  
“Pigeon Rock’s our new guide!”  
With each epic drum solo,  
He stole the show, oh so!  

Who knew a pigeon’s beat,  
Could make afternoons sweet?  
In the park, he’s the king,  
Pigeon Rock, let us sing!  

Poem/Lyrics By: Karri Levens