The Pigeon-Head Anthem.
We call out in anger,
We take to the streets.
We scrounge and we gather
to rack our brain meats.
We'll show you no mercy,
Exhibit no mirth,
Till our favorite alien
returns to this earth.
We protest with phone calls
with letters and signs,
"We all want our Zim back!",
The Pigeon-Heads cry.
You cannot ignore us,
we won't go away.
For there are so many,
together we stay.
You give us no option,
you have no excuses,
if you meet our demands,
we won't feed you to Mooses.
You may think I'm crazy,
A bit not-quite right,
but it isn't just me,
Pigeon-Heads, am I right?
The fans of great myths,
of legends and lore,
Our ailment is longing,
we almost have the cure.
Nickelodeon, please hear us,
your suffering fans!
You're torturing us all,
with your big orange hands.
We cry out in anger,
we take to the streets,
we scrounge and we gather,
to rack our brain meats.
Nick, you've been warned!
You know what we'll do!
Remember, there are far more of us,
than there are of you.
