Once upon a time below the light house at Byron Bay
A little girl had lost her way.
She was crying – her head in her hands
Tears disappearing into the sands.
Along came a big pigeon – he flew down from the garden,
“Excuse me, I beg your pardon,
What is the matter. Why are you crying?”
She sniffled “Ever since I was a little girl, I wanted to be a ballerina
but the only school of dance is in France and I have no chance.”
“Oh don’t worry, I will come to your rescue and help you.
You see, over all the pigeons in the world I am the boss.
I will gather them together, get some thread and we will tow you accross.”
They tied the thread to the canoe, and they huffed and puffed and blew and flew
but they got so tired that one by one they fell out of the sky, and drowned and died.
All except the boss pigeon.
He tugged and tried but he too became excaused.
His plan was now thwarted, his face contorted, and the mission was aborted
and he too fell down and he too did drown.
This is why to this very day by ballerina law and the Opera Code
You never see a ballerina who is pigeon towed.