THE STORY OF TINY OWL
By Josie Whitehead
Once there was a baby owl –
Tiny was his name –
But Tiny didn’t like mouse-meat,
Which really was a shame.
His mother said: ‘You silly boy.
All owls kill mice to eat,’
And, ‘Come on Tiny, hurry up
And eat this lovely meat.’
But Tiny thought about the mouse:
‘Poor little thing,’ he thought,
And he felt sorry for the mouse
Which mother owl had brought.
But Tiny’s brother seized the mouse
Which quickly disappeared –
And all day long he grabbed the food
And just as you’ll have feared . . . . .
Poor Tiny’s hunger grew and grew:
Quite soon he felt quite weak.
And the future for this little owl?
For certain it seemed bleak.
His brother said: ‘Oh Tiny Owl–
You really ought to eat’ – And . .
‘Try this piece of good mouse-meat:
I’m sure you’ll find it sweet.’
So Tiny tried a little bit,
And yummy, it was good.
Thereafter he ate up his food
As little owls all should.
Now Tiny’s name is Tawny Owl.
He’s such a splendid sight
And perhaps you’ve heard: ‘Twit twoo’
As he hunts mice at night.
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