/// At their table she’s frozen in dread.
Was it something the younger man said?
“You’ve got nothing to fear,
but, please, hold still, my dear,
for a pigeon has perched on your head.”
/// Now the waiter has noticed it, too,
and he’s tempted to wave and shout, “Shoo!”
Dining under the sky
allows birds to fly by,
and at dinner a squab may choose you.
/// At their table she’s frozen in dread.
Was it something the younger man said?
“You’ve got nothing to fear,
but, please, hold still, my dear,
for a pigeon has perched on your head.”
/// Now the waiter has noticed it, too,
and he’s tempted to wave and shout, “Shoo!”
Dining under the sky
allows birds to fly by,
and at dinner a squab may choose you.