Pigeon Philosophy

The normally sleepy humanities wing of U. O. Bird Was somewhat aflutter with excitement as classes started on A winter Tuesday The pigeon professor professing in the attic Parroting the P.O.P. might be pragmatic At this point, possibly, I suppose Possibly, I suppose To the assembly of single student canary Developing resentment and appearing quite weary Why would you say that? Why are you like this? Ha-ha-ha replied the professor posturing You're the one who enrolled in pigeon philosophy One oh one, why don't you tell me mister know it all I'm not the one letting my open mind withdrawal What do even mean by that? Why are you like this? It might be the contrarian inside I hate Possibly, I suppose