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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.

 Dont you? Course you do.

 But theres 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 were poisoning pigeons in the park.

 Every Sunday youll see

My sweetheart and me,

 As we poison the pigeons in the park.

 When they see us coming, the birdies all try anhide,

 But they still go for peanuts when coated with cyanide.

 The suns shining bright,

Everything seems all right,

 When were poisoning pigeons in the park.

 Weve 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 its not against any religion

 To want to dispose of a pigeon.

So if Sunday youre free,

Why dont you come with me,

 And well poison the pigeons in the park.

 And maybe well do

In a squirrel or two,

 While were poisoning pigeons in the park.