Poisoning Pigeons In The Park taby ukulele według Tom Lehrer

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Spring is here, a-suh-puh-ring is here.
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Life is skittles and life is beer.
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I think the loveliest time of the year is the 
spring.
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I do, Dont you? Course you do.
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But theres one thing that makes spring complete for me,
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And makes every Sunday a treat for me.

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All the world seems in tune
On a spring afternoon,
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When were poisoning pigeons in the park.
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Every Sunday youll see
My sweetheart and me,
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As we poison the pigeons in the park.

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When they see us coming, the birdies all try anhide,
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But they still go for peanuts when coated with cyanide.
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The suns shining bright,
Everything seems all right,
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When were poisoning pigeons in the park.

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Weve gained notoriety,
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And caused much anxiety
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In the Audubon Society
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With our games.
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They call it impiety,
And lack of propriety,
And quite a variety
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Of unpleasant names.
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But its not against any religion
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To want to dispose of a pigeon.

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So if Sunday youre free,
Why dont you come with me,
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And well poison the pigeons in the park.

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And maybe well do
In a squirrel or two,
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While were poisoning pigeons in the park.

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Well murder them all amid laughter and merriment,
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Ex cept for the few we take home to experiment.
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My pulse will be quikenin
With each drop of strychnine
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We feed to a pigeon.
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It just takes a smidgen!
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To poison a pigeon in the park.