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A children's poem about two little owls in love |
| Two little burrow owls nesting in the wash In a tin sewer drain, now dry and posh. Down near the bottom where the rough boys play, Two little owls in a family way. One sits on the nest. One guards from a tree, And they warble and flit round joyfully. Take your silver, gold, and spending spree. Two little owls do fine for me. |