Frozen in each town and village,
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In the central square,
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Never in a dark museum,
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But in the open air,
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A monument to model glory,
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Wars that we have won....Surely,
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All of us had heard the stories,
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How his deeds were done,
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Awwwwwwwwww.......Pigeon Run
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The day they unveiled his statue,
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And the bands that played,
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We all heard the widow weeping,
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While the mayor praned,
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The words they chizzled in the marble,
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Were shadows of the sun saying,
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Fall out boys who went to battle
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Is the bravest one,
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Awwwwwwwwww.......Pigeon Run
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And pigeons perch apon his shoulder,
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They spread his head with fertilzer,
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And an old man comes,
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To scrub the stains,
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But when his gone,
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There back again!
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The boy who never be forgotten,
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The boy who knew no fear,
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For charing when the bugles blew he,
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Gets a reef each year,
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And there, he stands through all the seasons,
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Cluching at his gun,
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Stone cold blind,
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Awwwwwwwwww.......Pigeon Run
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And pigeons perch apon his shoulder,
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They spread his head with fertilzer,
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But no hair grows,
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Apon his head,
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Nothing grows,
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When you are dead!
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Pigeon Run
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| Harry Chapin |
