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Well, hello Mr Tawny Owl.
     Do you look for me?
I’m Fred, the tiny woodland mouse,
     Who lives beneath your tree.

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I know you’re up above me there
     And you’re dozing through your day.
I also know you like mice steaks
     But we’re not your only prey.

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You sometimes eat those little birds,
     And beetles, worms and frogs,
But I’m sure you’d find it difficult
     To munch on cats and dogs.

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How can you sit just snoozing there,
     When the sun is shining bright?
The little birds don’t like you owls
     And they’re out to pick a fight!

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Your silent wings fly stealthily.
     You’ve fantastic ears and eyes,
The world’s dark when you come to life,
     But you’re the master of disguise.

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So, hello you old tawny owl.
     We know your nasty tricks,
And mother duck is watching you
     Sat gazing at her chicks.

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Is it a lonely world for you
     In your silent world of night?
The sun brings us a brand new day,
     And you shut your eyes up tight!

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You’re perched up there so silently
     And I’m filled with dismay - 
So take yourself, your hoot as well,
      And please fly far away.

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