I Think My Dad is a Pigeon

I think my Dad is a pigeon
it started with a coo
now he’s perching under railway bridges
and I don’t know what to do.

I’ve tried to tempt him home
with a trail of crumbs of bread
but he pecks at scraps all through the day
and refuses to be fed.

I thought I’d keep it all hushed up
but it’s definitely gone too far
when no one else was looking
he’s pooed on our new car!