Poisoning Pigeons In The Park

Spring is here
 A-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 there's 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
 When we're poisoning 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 and hide
 But they still go for peanuts
 When coated with cyanide
 The sun's shining bright
 Everything seems all right
 When we're poisoning pigeons in the park
 We've gained notoriety
 And caused much anxiety
 In the Audubon Society
 With our games
 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
 So if Sunday you're free
 Why don't you come with me
 And we'll poison the pigeons in the park
 And maybe we'll do
 In a squirrel or two
 While we're poisoning pigeons in the park
 We'll murder them all
 Amid laughter and merriment
 Except for the few
 We take home to experiment
 My pulse will be quickenin'
 With each drop of strychnine
 We feed to a pigeon
 (It just takes a smidgin!)
 To poison a pigeon in the park