Hoot Hoot
So oft I see the moon at night
And wait until the time is right
To swoop and catch a bat in flight
So that I can have a midnight bite
Although, I'm wise and very old
I see at night with eyes of gold
On Halloween my face gets bold
And spooky tales of me are told
By mornings sun I'm full and fat
From last night's meal, that tasty bat
And for breakfast I ate a large black rat
That I had stolen from a large black cat
So now I'll tuck my face that glows
And hide my yellow beak-like nose
Because the sun came up, and I suppose
I'll hoot and hoot and then I'll dose
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