The food goes out to feed the birds
And down they come to eat their fill
Squawking and fighting as they will
Until the seed does fill their bill
We don’t mind who comes in to eat
As they all have this hungry need
So to our garden they come to feed
And spread and demolish all the seed
But recently things have changed
As to our garden have flown white doves
A bird that many people come to love
For the sign of peace it so does prove
But why are they coming to eat with us
When they should feed at their dovecote home
Although they fly and are free to roam
They should stay away from our wild bird dome
We chase them off when they come down
But off they fly into the air
And fly around ‘til we’re not there
And then come back without a care
To make things worse last night a Church
As the Service was in full swing
Preacher gave us all something
And one was a card with a dove on wing.