Owl Song

Who do you think has gone away

And won’t be back till a bright spring day?

Whoo-oo? Bluebird, that’s who.

Who do you think has plucked the leaves,

And whistles through the dry corn sheaves?

Whoo-oo? Autumn Wind, that’s who.

Who do you think has gone down deep

Into his hole for a winter’s sleep?

Whoo-oo? Chappy Chipmunk, that’s who.

Who do you think will be coming this way

With icy fingers for work and play?

Whoo-oo? Jack Frost, that’s who.

Who do you think likes autumn days

With their ruddy colors and quiet ways?

Whoo-oo? I do, that’s who!