Admire his transparent wing,
But as you look, avoid his sting.
CHORUS.
“Squeak! squeak! beware the owl’s beak,
Our hearts, like our voices, are so very weak.”
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THE SUPPER.
“Hark! hark! to the sound now my comrades rejoice,
’Tis the bell-bird who calls us, I know well his voice;
Campanero, who graciously offer’d his song
When the feast was prepared, ’tis his ding-a-dong-dong;”