Feeding the Pigeons

1 When mama does the pigeons call,
And scatter grain about to all,
They come along in hurried flight,
And pick up all the grain in sight,
Pick, pick, pick, pick, pick, pick, pick, pick.
Be thank'd, be thank'd,
I take the food home,
Where all my little ones are quite alone.
They will be so glad
To see me come back.

Source: Songs for Little Folks: a collection adapted for the home circle and for primary classes in Sunday schools and day schools: containing a number of carefully selected kindergarten songs #152b