Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878 — The Owl's Revenge (1878)
“ And peered for his dad, and said, "You're long But he hooted for joy, when he presently saw His sire, with a full-grown mouse in his claw. Oh what a supper they had that night! All was feasting and delight; Who most can chatter, or cram, they strive, They were the merriest owls alive. ”
