A wise old owl
Lived in an oak
He kept to himself
And he seldom spoke
Now that’s what you
want in a neighbour
A wise old owl
Lived in an oak
He kept to himself
And he seldom spoke
Now that’s what you
want in a neighbour
Are you wearing pixie boots?
Well they really are
beauties
I’ve always had a soft
spot
For little woodland
cuties
So let me carry you
away
Like a prized piece of
booty
To a woodland clearing
Where we can get
really fruity
Sometimes you can talk
Your way out of a
ticket
A little bit of charm
Is probably the safest
bet
Humour can work as
well
But avoid the obvious
bummer
By not asking the cop
If he is dumb or
dumber
The idle rhythm
Of Her song
Soothes the soul
And cools like balm
The molten heat
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern
Contrary to the
rumour, are not dead
But are doing a Piano
cabaret act
On a cruise ship
instead
I’ve enrolled my wife
On an evening class,
so that
She can learn how
To adjust the
thermostat
You are truly middle aged
When your twilight is
dawning
And you still believe
you will
Feel better in the morning