Sam the Pigeon
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

There was once a pigeon
A pigeon called Sam
He lived where he lived
High up on Hoover dam

He saw the water falling
And dove down down down
To the drops that kept calling
As they fell to the ground

And he lept through the water
And he surfed on its wave
And he kurred in delight
At the joy that this gave

Yet he saved some for later
Some work, then some play
And collected some food
From kind people this day

They all stood by the bridge
Always eager to meet
The demands that he gave
To him all he could eat

And he picked up his pebbels
Happy and content
Then Sam the spiffy Pigeon
Back to his nest went