They Fly Away in Disarray

For anything we ever did
That ever beat the band,
'Twas chasing off those pigeons
From the 'residence' so grand.

The house of our ambassador,
So stately standing there,
Has no more pesky pigeons!
They have taken to the air.

A humble place it never was,
Today it's also clean
Because the roosting pigeons now
Are hardly ever seen.

We've put a system into place,
Designed a special way,
That's been completely tested
And built it is to stay.

The ledges and the cornices
Are clean as they can be,
While pigeons fly in disarray
To other canopy.

No longer do they roost and 'drop, '
Or inconvenience us.
They fly away to places where
The 'other people' cuss.

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