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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. |