“Fur Feathers Fins and Paws”

 

Pot pies with the pigeons,

 pudding with the pelicans,

 my friends along the ocean,

 have feathers, fur or fins

 

They’re happy in the sunshine,

 or even in the rain,

 they don’t cause my heart to break,

 or play some silly games

 

They never treat me lame,

 no matter what I do,

 they know I’d never want to see them,

 locked up inside a zoo

 

I’ve got good friends along the ocean,

 in the mountains and pine trees,

 you can have the city streets,

 I’m happy with the birds and bees

 

Fur, feathers, fins, and paws,

 they’re all good friends to me,

 from the mountains, through the forests,

 to the deserts and my friends along the sea . . .

 

Cannery Row California

© 12/21/06