Flippant Foul Fowls

Most birds like to flock together I wish to know now, where they are I'd like to hold them and squeeze them Since they crapped all over my car! One for sure, I'd like to secure It's forced expulsion was inclined To smear my drivers side window Left behind, what left it's behind! Another foul fowl on my list I'd like to have in my clutches Smacked my windshield so deftly It landed where no wiper touches! But my enemy number one Squeezed a bomb off with no concerns It scored a hit on my bald head That forced me to yell, "Ow it burns!"