I work in an Owl factory
Where we collect the pellets
We put the pellets on pallets
It can get quite smelly
In the Owl factory
We produce mechanical Owls as well
For looking down wells
We employ plenty of Dental scientists
For looking down their mouths
Counting the teeth in the fish
mouth
Counting the ships in Plymouth
Counting the tombstones
In the graveyard
And generally hooting up in a tree
We tried to replicate it
With a clown's rubber horn
But found the sound too loud
And screeching
And not really eerie at all
Talking of Eerie I met an audiologist there
And an Ornithologist who had caught a hare
In his mouth
She was running across a field
Crying take me to the Olfactory
The audiologist listened
And the owl who went deaf
Had to visit a hospital
But suddenly, suddenly
The owl couldn't hear
He said it feels quite stuffy in here
Quite, stuffy, quite stuffy
And really quite queer
I've lost all hearing in my left ear
So his head turned around
And around did it go
Like a merry-go-round
At a Christmas show
He thought a mouse as big as a house
Is someone I should know
But if he crept up behind me
I couldn't tell the difference
between him and lightest snow
He'd visited the wrong doctor
Oh wouldn't you know
An orthodontist or and orthologist
Who stretched out his wings out
The other his legs they tightened on springs
And his Owl hoot shouted like an awful thing
Oh take me back to the Owl factory
