They called him the pigeon man
he lived his life not as others planned
sleeping rough on the streets patron saint
of the pigeons he cares for and feeds
and though others call them vermin
it’s a view in which he does not agree
and in a moment he gain a flock at people feet
which they often respond in glee
within the seated area of the precinct.
They call him pigeon man
he lived his life by his own plan
and wraps up warm on the coldest days
because what if he was to fade away
who would feed his pigeons day to day.
He watches kids as they run and scare the pigeons all away
and then when they’re not looking he does the same to them
put’s the fear of God into them
and then explains and them how it feels
sometimes they understand what he says
but often others abuse or cheek him and then run away.
He is the pigeon man
and he loves his feathered friends
and he is loyal to the end, feeding and healing them
when they are injured or maybe sick
he tries so hard to fix this
and they seem to show him loyalty in return
it’s as if respect is mutually earned.
The pigeon man
I’d like to take and shake him by the hand
for caring and showing such compassion
and for entertaining folks
this mighty man of men he get’s my vote
for he is loving everything the only way he can
even though he lives rough on the street
even though in a cardboard box he sleeps
and he himself is shown no love or respect by society
yet still he ensure his pigeons get enough to eat.