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THE OWL.
In a brown oak-stump sat the moping Owl,
Like a monk, with his solemn face in a cowl;—
Winking his eye, and nodding his head,
“What's he about?” cried the Robin so red;
“He's in a brown study,” the Jackdaw said.
Like a monk, with his solemn face in a cowl;—
Winking his eye, and nodding his head,
“What's he about?” cried the Robin so red;
“He's in a brown study,” the Jackdaw said.
“But he looks so dreary and dull, poor body!
Let us wake him out of that grim brown study.”
Winking his eye, and nodding his head,
“Let him alone, O Robin so red;
That's all he's good for!” the Jackdaw said.
Let us wake him out of that grim brown study.”
Winking his eye, and nodding his head,
“Let him alone, O Robin so red;
That's all he's good for!” the Jackdaw said.
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