In downtown Phoenix bright,  
Lived a pigeon, quite a sight.  
Thomas strummed his guitar,  
Dreaming of being a star.  

He hopped down from his tree,  
With a grin, full of glee.  
Pedestrians rushed on by,  
But he gave it a try.  

With a flip of his wing,  
He began to sing.  
Curious faces turned,  
As the music burned.  

A little girl clapped loud,  
Joined by a happy crowd.  
But then came the rain's fall,  
Oh no! Would he stall?  

His guitar was waterproof,  
So he played with a woof!  
People danced in the street,  
To the rhythm, so sweet.  

A rainbow arched so high,  
As Thomas soared the sky.  
With friends all around him,  
His dreams no longer dim.  

He bowed with a flutter,  
In the rain, what a clutter!  
Back to his branch, he flew,  
Dreaming of songs anew.  

Poem/Lyrics By: Karri Levens