Carrier Pigeon - Peter von Poehl

Sleepwalkers standing

On marshy ground;

They won’t fall if you don’t wake them up

The icicles on the old jugde’s beard

Won’t tell him what he’s guilty of

The mummy and the ghost

Making a special toast

Drinking through Saturday —

His last dance is almost over

A menu with no choice;

He didn’t raise his voice

A carrier pigeon

Lost a message on its way

Fighting a lion — his executioner —

Making silver ripples for the audience

A wasteland would be the only nest for a

Bird that tries to fool the rules

He never did no wrong;

He stayed a bit too long

Small change could buy him time

And a princess in a magazine

She sure put on some weight

But people still think she’s great

A carrier pigeon

Lost a message on its way

An evil witch told him about the club

But he was only searching

For the perfect rhyme

He never cared to jump on

The donkey’s back

And the bouncer is the first

To stand in line