I seen a little pigeon and he’s landed on the roof.
I swear to you he’s winked at me– I swear that it’s the truth!
He constantly keeps cooing or cat-calling– I’m not sure.
I suspect his flighty fancy’s fallen ‘pon me to adore.
He’s looking at me lustfully with beady birdy eyes;
His heart and wings aflutter, well, it’s took me by surprise!
I’ve got his head abopping in a sensual kind of way.
Of course I’ll feathered-friend-zone him, but the interest’s made my day.