Look at them
And look at us
One is Francine
One is Gus
Lots of people
Think they`re boring
But we don`t
Not us
He is gray
And so is she
You like pigeons
Just like me
Lots of people
Think we`re silly
But I don`t
Not me
We go for the same kind
Of music
Any old rousing march
Will do
We both like the same
Kind of oatmeal
It`s no good without
A lump or two
Watch them soar
Up to the sky
They are flying
So am I
Lots of people
Just don`t understand
But you do
And so
Do
I
You like oatmeal
I do too
You like paperclips
Me too!
You play checkers
I do too
You like me
And I
Like
You