| A gay young owl sat in a tree, was he asleep? Oh no, not he! His neck at times he nearly broke To catch whate'er was done or spoke. Thus day by day he wiser grew, The more he saw, the more he knew; The more he knew, the less he talked, His wisdom in his heart he locked. As silence grew he grew more wise, Looked more the sage, with rounder eyes, Till of his wisdom all have heard: Let's imitate that famous bird. |
