There’s A Pigeon

There’s a pigeon in my chimney
that coos and flaps its wings all day.
If only I spoke the pigeon’s tongue
I’d ask it please to go away.

There’s a spider in my kettle;
it’s even spun a lacy web.
So when I want a cup of tea
I have to brew up on the hob.

There’s a snail in my watering can
that rattles round and blocks the spout.
I try quite hard to make it pour,
but not a droplet squeezes out.

There’s a puppy in my garden
who digs the flowers up every day.
I wish she’d learn to chase the snails
and spiders and pigeons away.