Oh the dove, so peaceful and nice
Hopefully it has no weakness to ice
For the white dove of love has no idea of its fate
It will soon be dead giving great grief to his friend Tate
Its not flying south for this bird is confused
The bird has its directions mixed up, at a stadium he would defiantly be booed
The white dove of love is flying north
Right into coldness that is so painful it’s compared to giving birth
The peaceful pretty dove is dead
Vultures ate him all, even the head
Does this creature so accurately symbolize
The confused state of all guys