That Wise Old Owl

Every night that wise old owl,
Sitting on a limb of an old dead tree,
Starts hooting all night long,
And he's not too far from me.

I think he tries to teach me wisdom,
For he thinks he's wise as he can be.
But he just has to think again,
For he gives no wisdom to me.

He sits and hoots and keeps me awake,
With that silly hooting tune,
But he doesn't know that I can't sleep,
Next morning until noon.

The wise old owl is faithful though,
As faithful as he can be.
Each night without fail,
He's back in that old tree.

Now how many visitors,
Will come to visit every night,
And stay to talk to me,
Clear up until day light?

Yes, the old owl is my dear friend,
He's faithful and he's true,
Watch and listen for his hoot,
He just might come to visit you.

Faye Reyenga -8 / 9 / 2006
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