Parking Lot Birds
In the city there are the big three
The grackles, sparrows, and starlings
They each eat French fries off the street
And few are ever starving
Yet many go about with missing feathers
And are a pitiful sight
They are so comfortable at being beggars
They have no pride to make them hide
As they walk around the parking lot
Searching for their next meal
They really have no honor at all
And from each other they will steal
Some say they fill a special niche
In carrying trash away
I say that they give me fits
And poop too much to stay