THERE was an old owl, With eyes big and bright, Who sung in a treetop One calm summer night. And the song that he sung I will now sing to you -- "To whit! To whoo, hoo! To whit! To whoo, hoo!" He sang there all night Till early next morn, When a crow came along That was looking for corn. The crow heard him singing, "To whit! To whoo, hoo!" And offered to sing A few notes that he knew. Just then the old owl In the treetop so high, With his classical shape And his big staring eye, Requested the crow, In the deepest of scorn, To sing his old chestnut About stealing corn. "Caw! Caw!" said the crow, "Well -- my deeds are by light. I don't steal young chickens And sit up all night, With dew on my feathers; When I break the laws In looking through cornfields It's not without caws" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SPIRIT PASSED BEFORE ME by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE LAST OF AUTUMN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A DIGIT OF THE MOON by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE CHRISTENING by AMY SHERMAN BRIDGMAN CLEVEDON VERSES: 1. HALLAM'S CHURCH by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |