My name's the night heron
now I might be playin
When you hear me sayin
I'm in the shadows shady
Owl
Howl of the wolf
Growl of the bear
There's nothing out there
At which I scare
I'm your worst nightmare
No I don't want to blow hot air
But I can rotate my head
The circle I can square
And my eyes are wide
And ears have might
My feathers dampen
The sound of flight
And out the black I appear
Your worst nightmare
Be you Mouse or shrew or hare
So up there in the dark, it could
Strike at any moment
I have to run along my tunnels of grass
Then skip along the walls
I'm out here bold as brass
I'm the mouse with balls
Don't take me for a second rater
I'm the second comer if anything at all
If you leave your cheese grater
I'll be ready to nibble any scrap that falls
I see above and behind
I have eyes in the back of my head
But still with my mouses senses
I can feel the Owl's wings of dread
Owl
Oh such a plump little plumb
For for me to swallow
Toe and thumb, yum, yum in my tum
You go
Hold me tight to your breast
I'll grip you in my talons
I have talents on the wing
I am kind wouldn't hurt a fly
I'll leave that to the bat guy
Over there
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