A symbol of wisdom, but he’s not so wise,
the owl, so pretty, with wondrous blue eyes,
he diets on lizards, on beetles and mice,
he’s been often shown to make frequent cries.

He nestles in trees, in a tallest spot,
he pukes out the bones of the prey he’s caught,
but the blue-eyed owl cannot puke, cannot!
The bones in his throat’ve shaped into knot.

He heaves and he screams, but it won’t come out,
his pathetic struggle in display, about,
he now cannot breathe, he foams from the mouth,
it’s time for your death, blue-eyed owl, no doubt.