The Great Brown Owl Bird poem

The brown owl sits in the ivy bush,

And she looketh wondrous wise,

With a horny beak beneath her cowl,

And a pair of large round eyes.

She sat all day on the selfsame spray,

From sunrise till sunset;

And the dim, grey light it was all too bright

For the owl to see in yet.

'Jenny Owlet, Jenny Owlet,' said a merry little bird,

'They say you're wondrous wise;

But I don't think you see, though you're looking at me

With your lare, round, shining eyes.'

But night came soon, and the pale white moon

Rolled high up in the skies;

And the great brown owl flew away in her cowl,

With her large, round, shining eyes.