Mellifluous Owl!
hoooooo... hooooooo... There's an owl in the old oak tree And her voice is SMOOTH like cream. She opens up her tiny beak, Out pours a golden stream. hoooooo.....
hoooooo... hooooooo...
There's an owl in the old oak tree And her voice is SMOOTH like cream. She opens up her tiny beak, Out pours a golden stream.
hoooooo...
Long and slow and sweet and warm, Like syrup off a spoon. Every creature in the woods Stops to hear her tune.
MELLIFLUOUS! Muh-LIFF-loo-us! The hoot that pours like honey down! MELLIFLUOUS! Muh-LIFF-loo-us! The smoothest sound in the whole town!
hoooooo... hoooooo...
The fox sits down. The mouse sits still. The deer forgets to chew. A grumpy badger drops his frown, "That's nice. I like that. Hoo."
A SOFTER song, a WARMER call, Like pancakes drenched in soft applause. It's bedtime melted on the breeze, A hoot that flows like maple trees.
MELLIFLUOUS! Muh-LIFF-loo-us! The hoot that pours like honey down! MELLIFLUOUS! Muh-LIFF-loo-us! The smoothest sound in the whole town!
hooooooooooo...
Even the WORD pours slow — Mell... ihh... flew... us... Smooth notes in a row, Soft as honey going low.
hoooooo.
(...goodnight, owl.)