Birds fly by unleashing their droppings
Landing on you creating natures own toppings
Some say it's good luck getting hit from above
Maybe it is if you get hit by a dove
Although I question those that believe in that theme
It seems to me it's only their dream
Nothing to do with reality or even pure fact
It's not the way with nature I care to interact
I'd rather watch the beauty of their marvelous flight
Enjoying what I see in utter delight
For no matter what you call it I must admit
As far as I'm concerned it's still only shit