Look at them And look at us One is Francine One is Gus Lots of people Think they're boring But we don't Not us He is gray And so is she You like pigeons Just like me Lots of people Think we're silly But I don't Not me We go for the same kind Of music Any old rousing march Will do We both like the same Kind of oatmeal It's no good without A lump or two Watch them soar Up to the sky They are flying So am I Lots of people Just don't understand But you do And so Do I You like oatmeal I do too You like paperclips Me too! You play checkers I do too You like me And I Like You