The Spirit of the White Owl sits on the tree*
Cometh down from the Northern states
It is too cold up there as she crosses the straits
Blowing, blustering and freezing ice
A little warmer south will make it comforting and nice
Fly with open wings that stretch so far and wide
Two swoops from Canada to New York as her wings take stride
Ah, it is Now time to rest and let things be
To say Hoo-Hoo is the Spirit of the White Owl that sits on the tree
Dom* Colucci 2009
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