The brown Owl sits in the ivy bush,
And she looketh wondrous wise,
With a horny beak beneath her cowl,
And a pair of large round eyes.
She sat all day on the self-same spray,
From sunrise till sunset;
And the dim, gray light it was all too bright
For the Owl to see in yet.
Jenny-Owlet, Jenny-Owlet, said a merry little bird,
They say you 're wondrous wise
But I don't think you see, though you're looking at ME
With your large, round, shining eyes.
But night came soon, and the pale white moon
Rolled high up in the skies;
And the great brown Owl flew away in her cowl,
With her round large shining eyes.
—MRS. ANN HAWKSHAWE.