The little brown owl

A little brown owl once lived in a tree,

Afar in the forest that grew.

A bachelor fowl and lonely was he,

For neighbours were scattered and few.

And so, he determined to change his estate –

Said he, “I'll look for a suitable mate,

For as long as you're single 'tis never too late

To woo-oo! To woo-oo! To woo-oo!”

He hooted in vain, till his voice nearly broke,

The whole of a summer night through,

“I'm wanting a mate in my snug, hollow oak!”

And the brown owl felt terribly blue.

A bachelor bird I must still be, I fear,

For nobody loves me, 'tis awfully clear!”

Just then came a voice, as the dawning drew near –

“I do-ooo! I do-ooo! I do-ooo!”

Now the little brown owl has a neat little mate

Of the same sober, sensible hue,

A happier fowl, with pleasure I state,

Is not to be found – for 'tis true,

Although you may fancy a bachelor den

A snug enough dwelling, nine times out of ten

You'll find it a thousand times comfier when

You're two-oo! You're two-oo! You're two-oo!