Freddy was a one-foot pigeon-Molly was a one eyed cat
Survival was their religion-the Moggie and the old sky rat
In a backyard situation - on the 14th day of June
They had a high noon confrontation
By the light of a silver moon
The prize was some old cat biscuits left by a man called Ed
He was a very good friend of Molly but he didn’t know a lot about Fred
Fred was a bit of a chancer -hey what’s so bad about that?
A bird’s gotta do what a bird’s gotta do
In the land of the one eyed cat
Fred hobbled to the biscuits -Molly coiled like a spring
Somewhere deep inside her a primal voice did sing
She was itching she was twitching in every tooth and claw
Well a cat is a cat and you can’t change that
It’s part of nature’s law
Molly hesitated when Fred began to speak
Violins were playing as words fell from his beak
He told of a world he’d seen full of pain and fire
“Sometimes,” he said, “I think this world is like a funeral pyre”
Molly’s eye was wet with tears and she began to cry
She thought of all the killing fields where truth was first to die
The words Fred said were drenched in red but there was one thing more
He’d once been a dove of peace and lost his foot in war
“You can share my biscuits,” said Molly to that bird
“I don’t care if stars look down and think that we’re absurd
Someone, somewhere, somehow must do the thing that’s right
I know for sure in this backyard there’ll be no blood tonight
Dawn splashed on the rooftops - somewhere a child was born
The Earth got dressed to face the day in clothes all ripped and torn
Somewhere south of nowhere ying met up with yang
A feather and a claw both joined hands and this is the song they sang
War! War! What’s it for?
I’ll tell you what I think about that
No hope and glory like there is in the story
Of the pigeon and the one-eyed cat
