There’s a charming woodland creature
reputed to be wise
With a knack for spotting problems
with their eager, clever eyes

 

Keen and daring to be different
Turning heads through all degrees
They love imparting knowledge
showing off their expertise

 

And in amongst their hunting
firmly grasped by bill and claw
they hold a sense of duty
and so, lay down the law

 

It’s a noisy messy process
full of screeching, piercing cries
Other creatures in the wood
watch on speechless with sad sighs

 

It can get a little rowdy
There’s ooos and aaas (and other vowels)
But in the end they get there
through a Parliament of Owls

 

And maybe they do know better
Maybe they have the brains
to get us through the problems
Either way - one fact remains:

 

You can’t ask them to be quiet -
to do so would be moot
For they couldn’t if they wanted
and they don’t - so let them hoot!