The owl

The Judge is like the Owl -

I've heard my Father tell -

And Owls do build in Oaks -

So here's an Amber Sill -

That slanted in my Path -

When going to the Barn -

And if it serve You for a House -

Itself is not in vain -

About the price - 'tis small -

I only ask a Tune

At Midnight - Let the Owl select

His favourite Refrain.