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. (spoken): I do, don't you? Course you do.

Bu 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 you're poisoning pigeons in the park.

So if Sunday you're free, why don't you come with me, and we'll poison the pigeons in the park.

Every Sunday you'll see my sweetheart and me, as we're poisoning pigeons in the park.

And maybe we'll do in a squirrel or two, while we're poisoning pigeons in the park.

When they see us coming the the birdies all try and hide, but they still go for peanuts when coated with cyanide.

We'll murder them all amid laughter and merriment, except for the few we take home to experiment.

The sun's shining bright, everything seems all right, when we're poisoning pigeons in the park (1) to interlude...

My pulse will be quickening with each drop of strych-a-nine....

(2) we feed to a pigeon, it just takes a smidgin, to poison a pigeon in the park

Interlude: We've gained notoriety and caused much anxiety in the Audubon Society with our games.

They call it impiety and lack of propriety, and quite a variety of unpleasant names.

But it's not against any religion to want to dispose of a pigeon. (so if...)