Hopalong, A Pigeon Song.

I'm not like other birds

But I still fly

When I'm on the ground I stick out like a sore thumb

But you can't tell when I'm in the sky

I still fly

The humans often shoo me away

That's understandable

They're used to shooing pigeons all day

According to the pigeon life manual

(You see when we graduate pigeon school and

learn how to steal chips and the like

We get presented with this book and

Well, it's a whole thing)

They call me Hopalong

'Cause I've only got one toe

I wish I had some heroic backstory

But my tale's excitement, it's quite low

This is how it goes

I was on an adventure with my chip-hungry pigeon mates when

Penny Pigeon picked up plenty potato pieces on her radar

And by then it was too late

My toes had found their fate

We swooped down to catch those potato pieces as they swam around

But I was not warned a deep fat fryer was

no place for a pigeon to be found!

My friends pulled up and escaped in time

Looked back as they saw my mistake

I felt my toes skim the oily surface

I had left it well too late

I left it too late

(Special shout out to whichever human ate my deep-fried toe

I hope it tasted good)

That's the tale of me losing my toes

You'll agree it wasn't particularly great

Now I'm an outcast and without a home

Why can't the others appreciate we all make mistakes?

I made a mistake

They call me Hopalong

Because I've only got one toe

I wish I had some heroic backstory

But my tale's excitement is quite low

That's how it goes

It's a tale of woe