The Great Brown Owl

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 Hawkshaw.