I love to see each afternoon
A pair of collared doves
They sit side by side and bill and coo
I think they are in love
They make a very striking pair
Their plumage a delicate pinky-grey
With pretty faces and collars of black
So sleek and dainty are they
They always stay true to their mate
And can have four broods a year
So let us just hope that most survive
So they won't disappear
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