The Owl.
ail The owl sat up in the old oak tre **To wit, to wit, to woo," said by "This used to be a pleasant park For all of it was nice and dark. But now they've spoiled it all for me For they have lit it up, you see, So far away I must ekidéo, To woo." The old owl flew to a far-off farm. "To wit, to woo, now what's the harm ? I'm living here where all is dark; Of danger there is not a spark; With just the moon to bother me My night will pass quite pleasantly. There’s lots of dark to help me through, To woo." But when the evening shadows fell He ventured from his wooded dell, Then gave a dismal sort of croak For darkness there was just a joke; Bright lights were there on every sideThe farm had been electrified | So what the dickens can he .do To woo ?
Blaine C.
Bigler
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Radio Record, Volume III, Issue 45, 23 May 1930, Page 32
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161The Owl. Radio Record, Volume III, Issue 45, 23 May 1930, Page 32
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