I Have An Owl It's a laugh, It's a hoot, I can balance him, On my foot, And when he tries, To fly away, I feed him mice, And then he stays. I let him go, Out late at night, He likes to drink, And likes to fight, If he's losing, He just takes flight, Returns to me, And sleeps, quiet.
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