Old Hooty Hoot-Owl sits in his tree
Watching and waiting; now what does he see?
His big eyes are fixed on some far distant sight
He’ll sit there if need be throughout the whole night.
His horns keep on twitching as he turns his head ‘round
While his body stays still so he won’t make a sound.
I wish that old hoot-owl would make friends with me
But old Hooty Hoot-Owl just sits in his tree.
Watching and waiting; now what does he see?
His big eyes are fixed on some far distant sight
He’ll sit there if need be throughout the whole night.
His horns keep on twitching as he turns his head ‘round
While his body stays still so he won’t make a sound.
I wish that old hoot-owl would make friends with me
But old Hooty Hoot-Owl just sits in his tree.
HOOTY HOOT-OWL
By: Frederick Laird
By: Frederick Laird
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