There's Birdies in my neighborhood

They're pigeons and they sure look good

With lots of feathers and little round tummies

They make me think of raw food yummies

Today on walkies just at dawn

Me n Teka stumbled on

A pigeon lying on the ground

Looking like he just fell down

I grabbed the middle, Teka a leg

And muzzer dear began to beg

"Oh drop it please, let go, don't chew

That birdie is not good for you!"

But me n Teka were intent

What muzzer said made not a dent

On terrier minds with bird in mouth

Our little sense went quickly south!

But YUCK, that pigeon tasted bad!

And feathers, Wally's never had

A bird with feathers on the back

A bird with head and eyes intact

And so I dropped the fattest part

And spat out feathers for a start

And Teka tried to drag it far

But got distracted by a car

We left that pigeon lying there

For some big dog who likes meat rare

Or several cats who need their dinner

And think our pigeon looks a winner

When we got home to our surprise

There was a gleam in muzzer's eyes

She said "no kissies, either one

Until this chore is finished, done!"

And then she brushed our mouth and toothies

I swear, she even cleaned my roofy

It made me thirsty so I drank

and would you know, no longer stank

Of dead bird bits, and feathers fluffy

You know, that bird was sort of scruffy

And probably it was not so tasty

As scrambled eggs wrapped up in pastry

Or even doggie kibble mixed

With yoghurt, like my muzzer fixed

For me and Teka just this morning

When we got back from walks at dawning