Die? But... but... I want to live! I was to dance in the flowers of spring and rejoice in the sunlight and and and...
Spring is here, uh-suh-puh-ring is here, life is skittles and life is beer. I think the loveliest time of the year is the spring, I do, don't you? 'Course you do.
But the one thing that makes spring complete for me, and makes every Sunday a treat for me.....
All the world seems in tune on a Spring afternoon as we poison the pigeons in the park.
Every sunday you'll see my sweetheart and me as we poison the pigeons in the park.
When they see us coming the birdies all try-n-hide, but they still go for peanuts when coated with cyanide.....
the sun's shining bright, and everything seems all right while we're poisoning pigeons in the park....
From Tom Lehrer's immortally great song "Poisoning Pigeons in the Park"
Okay, so right after I read that, this sumo wrestler comes crashing through the ceiling and lands *right* on top of me. I was enveloped in those icky rolls of fat that poke out of his little butt floss costume, gasping for air and only breathing in sweaty butt fumes. I thought I was going to die, just because you requested it. Thankfully, as I was flailing about in agony and utter disgust, my wildly gesticulating hands happened upon my trusty pirate sword, nobly referred to as EndoSkeleton Crusher for the brave deed of killing a grasshopper. I wielded E-C and stabbed blindly, praying for deliverance from evil and butt fumes. E-C struck true, and I was freed. That was a close one. So don't tell me to die again.
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Spring is here,
uh-suh-puh-ring is here,
life is skittles and
life is beer.
I think the loveliest
time of the year is the spring,
I do, don't you?
'Course you do.
But the one thing that makes spring complete for me,
and makes every Sunday a treat for me.....
All the world seems in tune
on a Spring afternoon
as we poison the pigeons in the park.
Every sunday you'll see
my sweetheart and me
as we poison the pigeons in the park.
When they see us coming
the birdies all try-n-hide,
but they still go for peanuts
when coated with cyanide.....
the sun's shining bright,
and everything seems all right
while we're poisoning pigeons in the park....
From Tom Lehrer's immortally great song "Poisoning Pigeons in the Park"
Love,
James
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We've gained notoriety
and caused much anxiety
with the Audobon Society
with our game!
They call it impiety
and lack of propriety
and quite a variety
of unpleasant names!
But it's not against any religion.....
to want to dispose of a pigeon....
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That was a close one.
So don't tell me to die again.
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