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