WISE OWL

One dark night,

As the sun was sleeping,

And the Moon awake

The scared child weeping,

The small cricket yeeping,

The wise owl opened his eye,

and then began to fly.

He swept down below,

above the saturated slough,

to wake the languid lark.

“Go away!” cried the lark,

a rather regular remark.

So the wise owl did as he was bid,

and moved ahead on course,

Above the frog-green grass he flew,

Until he stumbled upon a dormant horse.

But when he awoke,

to the rustling of wings,

he cried, “Go elsewhere!”

So the wise owl did,

Feeling a bit impaired.

Meanwhile, one bright day

the Moon began sleeping,

The scared child stopped weeping,

The cricket stopped yeeping,

And the wise owl flew to a perch,

Then he began a-sleeping.