
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