Our lives are well restriction, during a lock-down day
We have to keep our distance, when out to shop or play
But someone hasn’t told these birds, not to get so near
When they sit upon the a roof, waiting for the road to clear
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You see they spend their days on roads, pecking at the tars
Looking for seeds and little grubs, dropped by passing cars
Living in a country place, many tractors on the streets
The birds have a search around, for all those special treats.
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But every time a car goes by, they fly up in the air
Playing chicken all the time, with only seconds to spare
Drivers often hit the brakes, giving themselves a lurch
But these birds fly away, returning to this perch
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Two metres we are told to stay, a gap we must not fill
But these very naughty birds, haven’t learnt that drill
I haven’t heard of any news, of pigeon’s taken sick
They did suffer from a flu; this virus, they're immune to it.
