The Owl
I heard the screech owl
Real late tonight
I've heard it before
And not a good sight
I've heard it before
When you hear that thing
It wont be long
You'll feel the "sting"
The hurt and pain
The sorrow at the end
You wont know how
But you do want to mend
So when you hear
That owl again
Think twice, you see
It could be your friend
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