The pigeons in the square

Are pert and debonair.

Plumped out with scattered scraps,

They cease to fear mishaps,

Accost me as I walk

With weedling salesman's talk,

And when I don't provide

They jostle me aside.

Security we know

Is mortals' chiefest foe,

And Shakespeare's warning words

Embrace both men and birds.

They end, who this defy

Cat's lunch or pigeon pie.

So fly off, bludging crew,

And don't shit on my shoe.

By John BRAY

Footnote from Duncan:

I found this poem in Hurtle Square, hence the name. The square is located of Pultney. St. in the south east corner of the Adelaide central business district. John Bray was a prominent Queen's Council in Adelaide. He held the position of Chief Justice of the State as well as being a director of both the University of Adelaide and the South Australian State Library, who named their reference library in his honour.