The little brown owl
Language: English
A little brown owl once lived in a tree, Afar in the forest that grew. A bachelor fowl and lonely was he, For neighbours were scattered and few. And so, he determined to change his estate – Said he, “I’ll look for a suitable mate, For as long as you’re single ‘tis never too late To woo-oo! To woo-oo! To woo-oo!” He hooted in vain, till his voice nearly broke, The whole of a summer night through, “I’m wanting a mate in my snug, hollow oak!” And the brown owl felt terribly blue. A bachelor bird I must still be, I fear, For nobody loves me, ‘tis awfully clear!” Just then came a voice, as the dawning drew near – “I do-ooo! I do-ooo! I do-ooo!” Now the little brown owl has a neat little mate Of the same sober, sensible hue, A happier fowl, with pleasure I state, Is not to be found – for ‘tis true, Although you may fancy a bachelor den A snug enough dwelling, nine times out of ten You’ll find it a thousand times comfier when You’re two-oo! You’re two-oo! You’re two-oo!
Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Wilfred Sanderson (1878 - 1935), "The little brown owl" [voice and piano] [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Mike Pearson
This text was added to the website: 2016-05-16
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Word count: 188