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The Owl

Once I was a monarch’s daughter,
And sat on a lady’s knee;
But now I am a nightly rover,
Banished to the ivy tree.

Crying, Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo,
Hoo, hoo, hoo, my feet are cold!
Pity me, for here you see me
Persecuted, poor, and old.


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