Poisoning pigeons in the park

Spring is here Spring 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?... of 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 is 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 cianhide The sun's shining bright Everything seems alright When we're poisoning pigeons in the park. We've gained notoriety And caused much anxiety In the auto-ban society With our games... They call it impiety And lavk 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 in laughter and merriment Except for the few we take home to experiment My pulse will be quickening With each drop of strichnine We feed to a pigeon It just takes a smidgeon To poison a pigeon ïn the park.