Pigeon toes, pigeon brain

pigeon eyes and pigeon stain

nobody loves you with your pigeon breast

you feed off fertility

you leave me depressed.

With my 22 pellet gun I could size you up,

put an end to a gathering trend

but the hand of fate bades me be still

to deny me the seismic thrill.

Let someone else put an end to you

if that is what they want to do.

Who knows what secret you have to tell

to the man in charge of heaven and hell?