Three Little Owlets

Three little owlets

In a hollow tree,

Cuddled up together

Close as could be.

When the moon came out

And the dew lay wet,

Mother flew about

To see what she could get.

She caught a little mouse,

So velvety and soft,

She caught some little sparrows,

And then she flew aloft

To the three little owlets

In a hollow tree,

Cuddled up together

Close as could be.

"Tu-whoo," said the old owl,

"Isn't this good cheer!"

"Tu-whit," said the owlets,

"Thank you, mother dear."

Tu-whit, tu-whit, tu-whit,

Tu—whoo!