"Sing a song of owlets, an owl box full of chicks,
Mom is in the palm tree thinking up some tricks.
When she comes this evening the babies will be starved,
Might she bring a bunny that needs to be carved?
Mel is in a tree outside, waiting for the dark,
Hoping there are lots of rodents in the nearby park.
He knows he’ll be hissed at, wonders if he’s hated,
But he does a bang-up job keeping them all sated.
Sydney’s in her glory today, getting some fresh air,
Hoping that tonight’s hunt will bring ample fare."
Mel is in a tree outside, waiting for the dark,
Hoping there are lots of rodents in the nearby park.
He knows he’ll be hissed at, wonders if he’s hated,
But he does a bang-up job keeping them all sated.
Sydney’s in her glory today, getting some fresh air,
Hoping that tonight’s hunt will bring ample fare."
Photo by Owlluver101; lyrics by Kilkenny Cat.
I just LOVE THIS!
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