Tu-whit, to-who, a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.”
Nor do we forget Ariel’s song in The Tempest (Act v. Sc. 1)—
“Where the bee sucks, there lurk I;
In a cowslip’s bell I lie,
There I couch when owls do cry.”
Amongst the fairies, at least, the owl seems to have found friends, and is generally represented as a companion in their moonlight gambols:—
“This is the fairy land!—O, spite of spites!—
We talk with goblins, owls, and elvish sprites.”
Comedy of Errors, Act ii. Sc. 2.