The Owl and the Pussy-cat lay side by side,
Wrapped up in a snuggible quilt.
They were warm and cozy. the groom and his bride,
In a nest that the Owl had built.
Pussy-cat stared into Owl’s great eyes
And purred with a voice like a dove,
O Owlie, my Owlie, O Owlie, my prize,
What a Feathery Fowl. My Love.
The Owl jerked round as he started to bleed
and hooted at his new wife–
“When you purr do you also have to knead?
Each claw is like a knife!”
A knife,
A knife!
Each claw is like a knife!”
Mary E. Moore
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