A pigeon has landed on our lawn

To you it is the devils spawn

Get off my property, you shout from the door

You bark, not once but a thousand times more

Your bark is like a drill going off in my head

High pitched, my brain cells are dead

But then I think of waking up to your paws on my chest

And I know that life with you is the very best

So I let you bark at the pigeon, the wind and the grass

And laugh while you behave like an ass