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Crowding round that little bird
Pecking, jeering, how absurd
Pain inflicted, lack of respect
With short-sighted sheep, what can we expect?

Misunderstanding, ignorance too
The man once told him there’s others like you…

In the town, hand-fed bread
He contemplated what the man had said
Those grey ones there in a big bold group
Should they turn round, there’d be a coup
For Purple Pigeons stand right out
But there’s others like him, he found out

Ten years passed and grey birds died
And still the purple vertebrate cried
Looking round and seeing sadness
In a weak wicked way, it brought some gladness

For purple is purple and grey is grey
Those facts alone needn’t be the way
He sat with pride and a little smile
There’s Purple Pigeons, all the while