I’d like to take you now on wings of song, as it were, and try and help you forget perhaps for a while your drab, wretched lives here’s a song all about spring-time in general, and in particula
Out one of the many delightful pastimes the coming of spring affords us all

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 ev’ry sunday a treat for me

All the world seems in tune
On a spring afternoon,
When we’re poisoning pigeons in the park
Ev’ry 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,
Ev’rything seems all right,
When we’re poisoning pigeons in the park

Lalaalaalalaladoodiedieedoodoodoo

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 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