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;”