Three little owlets
In a hollow tree,
Cuddled up together
Close as could be.
When the moon came out
And the dew lay wet,
Mother flew about
To see what she could get.
She caught a little mouse,
So velvety and soft,
She caught some little sparrows,
And then she flew aloft
To the three little owlets
In a hollow tree,
Cuddled up together
Close as could be.
"Tu-whoo," said the old owl,
"Isn't this good cheer!"
"Tu-whit," said the owlets,
"Thank you, mother dear."
Tu-whit, tu-whit, tu-whit,
Tu—whoo!
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