I added the doo=pigeon for our American mudcatters, I thought you might already know what it is !

Anyway, it does ring a bell as a McGinn thing to me.

It sounds a wee bit like the Wurram and the Sparra;

(Chorus :)
It was down by Glasgow Green
That the fight took place between
The poor wee wurram and the great big sparra
It was a terrible fight
But things turned out all right
For the wurram was protected by his farrer

In the dead of night unseen
In the heart of Glasgow Green
There wriggled in the grass a poor wee wurram
He had stumbled down a hole
That was put there by a mole
And was wishing that his farrer would come for-him

He was all begrotten eyed
As he wriggled and he cried
And he listened for the footsteps of his farrer
But long before the light
Of the sunshine came in sight
The poor wee wurram was gobbled by a sparra

CHORUS

Now like Jonah in the whale
He began to weep and wail
For the wurram chewed him into tiny scraps
But his farrer heard him screaming
Though he thought he must be dreaming
He got out of bed saying "that's my son perhaps"

CHORUS

Now the wurram's farrer was worried
As through the grass he scurried
For you see he was his only pride and joy
And when he was looking for-him
He met another wurram
And he asked the wurram
"Have you seen my boy ?"

Chorus

It was then that he first heard
The story of the bird
And he got awfy' angry and he ran
Then the poor wee wurram's farrer
Came right up to the sparra
And he fought him just as if he was a man

Well the tension it got heightened
And the sparra he got frightened
He muttered and he spluttered and he coughed
Then the wurram saw his son
All splattered on the grun'
And he stitched him up
And both of them ran off

Chorus

( from Take me Back to the Jungle LP )