like a psychotic rainbow (raindroproses) wrote,
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Gooseys!

I was walking home from class a few minutes ago (because I'm a bad girl and skipping today's "library information session" (hey, the professor's on vacation, so why not? She said we could (Whee! Parentheses are fun!).).) and there were two dozen geese waddling across the road in front of the school. I started laughing my head off, because the damn birds weren't even fazed by the cars inching forward, about to roll over them and squash their feathered asses.

Just for the record, I'm not supporting hitting birds with cars. 'Cause that's just bad, folks. Even if geese are the most evil birds ever. Well, second only to guinea fowl.

Oh, and gratuitious lyrics post!

"Poisoning Pigeons in the Park" by Tom Lehrer

Spring is here, a-suh-puh-ring is here.
Life is skittles and life is beer.
I think the loveliest time of the year is the spring.
I do, don't you? 'Course you do.
But there's one thing that makes spring complete for me,
And makes every Sunday a treat for me.

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

When they see us coming, the birdies all try an' hide,
But they still go for peanuts when coated with cyanide.
The sun's shining bright,
Everything seems all right,
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park.

La la, la la la la la, dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee dee...

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

So if Sunday you're free,
Why don't you come with me,
And we'll poison the pigeons in the park.
And maybe we'll do
In a squirrel or two,
While we're poisoning pigeons in the park.

We'll murder them all amid laughter and merriment,
Except for the few we take home to experiment.
My pulse will be quickenin'
With each drop of strychnine
We feed to a pigeon.
(It just takes a smidgin!)
To poison a pigeon in the park.


*giggles* That song amuses me immensely.
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