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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! |