Where have you come from
Bright pigeon on my window?
Drops that you scatter around
Would you take them when you go?
Don’t think me ungrateful
You grace my home and hearth
That deep rumble from your throat
fills me with a lot of mirth.
Yet, you come not alone
but with many friends and foes
who fly around, noisy and rank
That doth make me moan.
Fly away bright pigeon
Into the far trees
Where you can do your thing always
And leave me in peace.
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