The Owl I can hear the owl and his dismissive cry, As I lay in the dark just wondering why, His voice is louder than days gone by Hark I can hear him and his dismissive cry. He's a majestic thing with his piercing stare and his massive wing, Looking for rodents to feed to his kin, One fell swoop and they're all done in.
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