WHO goes there? What the WHO do I see?
Is that a squirrel critter climbin' up that there tree?
These large ol' eyes, they sure do come in handy
I can whip this here head right around, it's a dandy!
Nights are long, I sit WHOING, a listenin' to sounds
I kin hear every Tom, Dick, and Harry around!
Them loud noises can really ruffle my feathers
Gives me a WHO headache, no matter the weather.
But when I find what I want, I really can fly
So don't underestimate me, don't even try!
'Cuz I'm a great hunter, I kin hunt with the best
Better not fool with me, cuz I rule the WHO nest!
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