In the moonlit wood where the old tree stood
with it's trunk all hallow and it's twisted limbs
alone I crept with the sky all swept
by the flying clouds with their silver rims
On bended wing I saw him fly
and with a haunted voice he cried
Too whoo
Too whoo
Too whoo
From a tree near by with it's arms in the sky
As I looked for his mate in the woody dark
Tiny squeaks from hungry beaks
Betrayed the nest deep in the dark
An answer came from the leafy hide
as with a haunted voice she cried
Too whoo
Too whoo
Too whoo
The murderer foul, the hunting owl
then swooped and snatched his furry pray
Rose in the air and flew to where
the nest was hid deep in the bark
The young were fed and the owls with pride
Triumphantly together cried
Too whoo
Too whoo
Too whoo
From a little song that I teach to my young classes
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