The lark and the old owl

Spake to the young and lively lark,

Old Owl, who'd set himself to woo,

I've lost my lady-love, but hark!

Tu-whit, tu-whit, tu-whoo!

If you would only be my love,

My hole and claw I offer you,

My eye and voice mild as the doves',

Tu-whit, tu-whit, tu-whoo!

And shall spring from our union glad,

At least, so says the wise cuckoo,

Children as happy as their Dad,

Tu-whit, tu-whit, tu-whoo!