In a lively city,  
Where the food smells gritty,  
Pebbles struts on high,  
With a gleam in her eye,  
Belting out a tune,  
Underneath the moon.  

Guitar keeps the beat,  
With a rhythm so sweet,  
Feet tap on the ground,  
Doves gather 'round,  
Feathers all a-fluff,  
This duo’s got stuff!  

Honking cars zoom by,  
But they don’t even sigh,  
Their music fills the air,  
With a rockstar flair,  
Pigeons living dreams,  
In the sun’s warm beams.  

Electric strings wail,  
As they rock without fail,  
A pallet their stage,  
For this feathered rage,  
City lights aglow,  
As their fame will grow.  

So if you stroll near,  
And you happen to hear,  
A solo so grand,  
From this feathered band,  
Remember this scene,  
Where the pigeons reign keen!  

Poem/Lyrics By: Karri Levens