The Owl

Three little owlets

In a hollow tree,

Cuddled up together

Close as could be,

When the moon shone out

And the dew lay wet

Mother flew about

To see what she could get

She caught a little mouse

So velvety and soft,

She caught a little sparrow,

And then she flew aloft

To the three little owlets

In a hollow tree,

Cuddled up together

Close as could be,

"Tu-whoo," said the old owl

"Isn't this good cheer?"

"Tu-whit," said the owlets.

"Thank you, mother dear,

Tu-whit, tu-whit, tu-whit, tu-whit,

Tu-whoo."