Safety Concerns - Pigeon Philosophy

The normally sleepy humanities wing of U. O. Bird
Was somewhat aflutter with excitement as classes started on
A winter Tuesday
The pigeon professor professing in the attic
Parroting the P.O.P. might be pragmatic
At this point, possibly, I suppose
Possibly, I suppose
To the assembly of single student canary
Developing resentment and appearing quite weary
Why would you say that?
Why are you like this?
Ha-ha-ha replied the professor posturing
You're the one who enrolled in pigeon philosophy
One oh one, why don't you tell me mister know it all
I'm not the one letting my open mind withdrawal
What do even mean by that?
Why are you like this?
It might be the contrarian inside I hate
Possibly, I suppose

Written by:
Julian Faulkner

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