I saw an owl perched in a tree
He meant to hide himself from me
He seemed so quiet, somber, wise
I was not fooled by his disguise.
Oh mister owl you cannot sing
What message is it that you bring
You turn your head and blink your eyes
You will not win a beauty prize.
It is your wisdom that we seek
But who can learn, you do not speak
This wizened omen of the day
He turned his head and flew away !